The Pain of Art

Expression of thoughts

The pain of art

Writing without appreciation 

The lonely road 

The discouragement 

Yet the art must be made 

Regardless, even if the art doesn't want to be made

So I will write with the hurt 

And paint with my blood 

Till I can't write no more

Till then

I will write till my hand becomes numb

And my stream of thoughts dries up

Till there is nothing left 

No matter the hurt or pain 

I will write 

Till, there is nothing left to write.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

This a stunning yet melancholic piece; you speak of pain and hurt and dried up thoughts, yet to persevere through all of this..."until there is nothing left"...it's as if someone has told you, you must do this....I sincerely think if I were in any kind of pain my brain couldn't force me to write or paint...kudos to you!
Warmly, B

[John Sullivan]

Great stuff.

https://poets.org/poem/so-you-want-be-writer

[Kenneth Daniel]

Thank you very much