Dedicated to,
The poet, painter
The critic, listener
to distract she paints on plain white canvases
paintings reflecting the pain and sadness
brush off uneasiness her works bears
hoping someone would care
shades, hues, all blue
flooded entirely by you
drowning deep eerie waters
then no one dares to save you
listen to words, listen to her works
the rhymes full of naked lies
are ready to be served
to listener's ears
"cover your ears, you may hear the screams"
every single day that's what she constantly hears
follow and listen carefully to my direction
fear not, there's no more option
"help me, HELP" she plead please
"I'M NOT AT EASE, HELP ME"
One more scream, no more screams
Four corners of the room echoing
"Tie her hands, she's eating yellow paint"
she's desperate to be happy
"Stop acting crazy, you're not Van Gogh"
she wants to kill herself lately
Cover your eyes so you won't see. Shut them close and listen to me. Close them, you won't like what you're about to see.
Cover your mouth and shut the fuck up. Keep quiet, shut it. You aren't free.
Behind this wall is the unseen unappreciated artists and cruelty.
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a.n. this is a very difficult and different style for me, hope you decipher the message.☁️
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Dedications
Poetry- collection of letters and poems, dedicated anon. requests are now closed
