Her hand softly glides on the canvas
as the fire in her eyes burns fervently.
Her passion glows like a beautiful lantern amidst the tenebrosity,
Illuminating the path of her so-called dallas.
Every stroke of her brush gives intense pleasure on her body,
Twirl of colors ransacked her brain,
Giving her no choice but to paint them immediately,
And let her feelings dance with the pouring rain.
Euphoria, perfect happiness, bliss;
These are the words that can be conveyed through her works.
The crowd overjoyed upon seeing them hanging on the walls,
But behind the glory, the artist suffers endless phantasms knocking on her head repeatedly, waiting to be a masterpiece.
Eventually, her sanity cannot take it anymore. Vivid colors suddenly fades before her eyes, leaving nothing but black and white.
As her fingers interlock with the brush, she glides her hand on the weeping canvas, reflecting the hue of her crippled soul.
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Reveries & Wonders
PoetryI bleed words and turn them into literary pieces. A collection of my poems and short stories. Photo by: Hannah Busing
