The Artist sits hunched over her canvas,
With her brush, and a pallette of colors.
She has finally found her solace,
Her eyes glisten, as the paint pours,
Over her animals, standing still on all fours.
She thinks beautiful, with no regrets,
As her bins devour, her doctors certificates.
ČTEŠ
For I Was God.
PoeziePoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
