This moment
The moment where there's a smile
Upon my constantly emotionless face
The moment where I am in my room
alone
The moment where the only sound
Is the rock music in the background
The moment where the warmth of the sun
Shines through my curtains
The moment where I hold a paintbrush
And move my hand to the paper
Not thinking before doing so
And letting my handpick the painting
Keeping my mind blank
I sing along to the music
And I'm happy
Genuine happiness
This moment never lasts long
But it's long enough to calm me
Before another storm hits
Hearing a knock on my door
This moment
The moment that I know
Will take away my enjoyment
And my light
The moment where
Everything is ruined yet again
- I hope you guys enjoyed this poem. I really am at my happiest when I'm painting. Please don't forget to like and comment on what you think. Thank you so much for reading. Do you think we can get 300 reads??
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