vibrant colors
spread like butter
across the blank space
painting this place
labor lasting years
greater than a decade
as child grows
soon the crack shows
beginning in one place
cracks begin to spread
soon to look like spider's web
with pain that will flow and ebb
it all begins to shatter
crumbling like ceramic hurled
the ache follows after
a stab from stolen laughter
the paints were all rose colored
now they're bitter grays
this canvas stained in tears
and blood for all my fears
my mind prescribes the ice
and perhaps sweet isolation
but these ills can't be cured
so my voice will never be heard
