Fortunate, Unfortunate Artist

Unfilled spaces

A transparent view

A blockade sits in the mind

Invisible troops pose armed, eyes affixed

Desperation begins to blossom

 

Words do not expel 

Images do not procreate

A torture which consumes the vertical horizons of the unlogical mind 

Eating away as acid on skin

A mind filled with vision, entrapped

 

Avenues of art

Words which illuminate and reunite human existence, life and interpretation 

Troops retreat, gates are uplifted 

The mind abounds with vision 

Striking with a force, fearless, merciless

 

Rendering you solemn in a vast universe 

Extraordinary in its proper corners

It is the mind in its entirety

Association of the rarity of the fortunate, unfortunate artist

 

[This piece is for public viewing only. Therefore, it is not to be of profit to anyone but the writer, Jenny Colon, herself.]