My Art
My art is undefined
It makes those around me wonder why,
It is I take my life so gently
Why I rock my head and why I break my heart
My plastic paintbrush with its keys
My glass and black easel
I paint the words elegantly
I take them straight from my soul
Mental rape of my heart
You took me apart
Yet I do not understand
Why it is I am the lonely man
Broken dreams are foreseen
I will never know this feeling again
Sublimity will never taste sweet
For I shall never sample
These things rip me
These things annihilate
The lines on your face
With my fingers I duly trace
poem by Lee Martz
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