I'll Be Your Painted Sorrow

Paint your sorrows on me
I’m a canvas stained with blood
Dab me with your tears
I’ll be painted in a flood
Tint me in a saddened hue
A reflection left with pain
Saturate with your emotion
Don’t leave me still the same

I am what many call a friend
I am what some call an ear
I do what must be done
I take away the pain and fear
Right now I am your ready surface
I’m your place to splash with hate
Go ahead and slash with anger
Drench me with your splitting paint

Take time to create your story
Every picture has a tale
Yours will be unhappy
A masterpiece of no avail
People may stand and gaze

They’ll wonder what they see
Advancing color seeping through
A tone of damage I will be

Be satisfied with what you made
Stand back and flash a smile
You’ve confessed all like a picture
No longer in denial
Frame me with a steady hand
You have loosed much from the heart
Hang me on a viewing wall
A painful memory- a work of art

I heal fast I really do
Don’t concern yourself with me
Eventually your paint will chip away
I’ll be just stained with more debris
Another artist will come along
They’ll need to paint a teary sea
I’ll be ready and they will tell
Again they’ll paint their sorrows on me

Reviews

[Patricia Gayle]

I really loved this one. I love the imagery and I can relate to it as well.

[Hello, Goodbye]

Absolutely wonderful. I love the recurring narrative that you use, the despondent undercurrent, and the wonderful melodic flow that kept pushing the pace nicely. Great job..