Painted upon a canvas of gold
the artists' soul is there to behold,
each stroke of hand strategically placed
his identity painfully traced.
Both darkness and light lie there within
nostalgia of remembering when,
the carefree years he spent as a child
before abandonment to the wild.
Wants and needs mixed with lustful desires
fueled by passion ignites deadly fires,
his soul lies there for the world to see
yet he's unaware to some degree.
It's but an outlet for all his fears
from all he's suppressed throughout the years,
the canvas is wrought with ev'ry thought
for his spoken word still comes to naught.
Silver trophy winner
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