Not Worth It

Cleverly constructed. The poem uses internal rhyme and repetition to build a rhythmic descent—from clarity to distortion. Each line pivots on a single abstract noun, creating a cascade of shifting truths. It’s philosophical, almost aphoristic, with a tone that feels resigned yet precise. The final line, “Reception fades to grey,” lands like a quiet verdict.

Starting with day and ending with grey, I felt hours between as dusk takes over. I like the rhyme and flow of your poem.