Spilled Ink

A Poet's Art

I am a painter, bold and true.

I see the world through different lens than you.

You say what you should;

I paint the words you never could.

My paintbrush groans,

as I dip it deep into the palette of my soul.

Vivid images come to life,

buried feelings start to rise.

I don't intend to stop;

I am never holding back.

I brush and stroke in red and black,

with agonizing speed of frozen clocks.

This is my masterpiece; I need not rush.

When I'm done you tell me,

and tell me fast.

What do you see,

as you read through my life's canvas?

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