A curse
An illness
Unable to be treated
By the common medication
Only by a pen
And a stark piece of paper
The feeling of Art
Coursing nonstop
Through every vein
Like a veil of torture
Constantly throbbing
And forcing its way out
Through words
And lyrics
Explosions of color
That haunt
Yet fulfill every
Nook and cranny
Of your being
Never hidden
Because it bursts
From every pore of who you are
Every ounce of blood
Every thought
Your everything is Art
An unstoppable poison
With no cure
Except a pen
And a stark piece of paper
YOU ARE READING
Gracelessly
PoesíaAs the tides turn, As the times change if everything is extraordinary is anything? In the end, the truth shines out all her flaws ring and shout. The moonlight shines and in it she falls gracelessly she, soulless, grays eternally The pandemonium sho...
