Looking at my canvas as empty as a hole,
Feelings inside of me taunting at my soul.
Must I paint the image that I see in my head,
Should I paint her face, as I saw her dead.
looking and panicking hoping no one would see me,
I could not help it, I got down on my knees.
I started to scream with complete and utter fear,
praying and panicking that no one would hear.
I looked at my canvas that was as empty as my soul,
Now that I have painted the picture of the great untold,
Who do I run to now that the story was told?
A contest entry
- A Painter's Brush! by Ted E Bare.
300 points, ended May 22, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Nice job on playing the prompt, and atleast the rhymage doesn't seemed forced. Your meter is good and the form is nice. So good luck in the contest.
-Danneh<3 -
very good
Wonderful take on the topic. Your words against the white background almost reflects the emptiness felt as this person screems out. Best wishes in the contest
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