an empty picture frame on the wall

An empty picture frame on the wall


In front of me is a barren dull white wall
In a room that use to celebrate life
Now the room is dusty and empty of all
Except one thing I can see in the light

Upon the abandoned wall of this room
Something I truly almost missed
A large empty picture frame
At first I'm unsure what to think of this

I stare at it like a masterpiece
Only to realize it really is
It gains view to me with new lease
It gives me sight of everything in nothing

A perfect piece of art never looks done
But one thing makes it greater
When the picture was never even begun

Imagine the gravity of its potential
The secrets it may have held
What this artist thought of to do
All his thoughts in the empty frames are retained

Or maybe his statement was black
And his message meant to be empty as well
And maybe he wasn't an artist
And it was just put there to swell

Or maybe he saw the wall was the art
since the frame and the wall aren't far apart
And however looks the wall that stands behind
Was given it as his final design

So the empty frames holds questions
And we can only ponder and assume suggestions
But the answer lies here carved in the frame
"True things in life cannot be painted
That would just be insane."