The artist

The artist

 

He carries my heart out
out of his tender blindness
touches the grey and turns
the night into these colors.

 

He reached with his mind
the thoughts I've been having
the dreams long forgotten
a lost story for the critics.

 

Then he cries out in pain
suffered a world filled with regret
kings and queens do their slander
while his grave has been forgotten.

 

There goes the long lost innocence
of who he could be and has lost
back when the cries still made sense
where he has fought and lost.
 

Reviews

[James K. Blaylock]

I really got into this piece, as I have a number of artist in my family. I greatly enjoyed reading it.

jkb