Brush strokes on a starving world
part of the thinner
the hairs removed one by one
a fading sinner
Looking closer becomes easier
who’s hand has control
given up for lack of strength
paying the devil’s toll
Once a pristine canvas shined
red has now painted you blind
Author notes
Host prompt: The convenience of Hell.
A contest entry
- Short, Simple and Amazing by Never.Give.Up.
300 points, ended September 11, 2008, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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traveling the depths of thought processes, as one paint his vision of life.




