Blank canvas
You can't fix mistakes before you make them.
The canvas is blank.
With clouds of destiny
in the horizon cast.
With nothing from the past.
***
I wanted to use it,
to paint something beautiful.
With colorful streaks
of the hope it seeks.
***
I wanted to build it,
To form a destiny.
of a goal I set
and will never foget.
***
But what interfered
is something invasive.
it's a feeling of meer,
simple fear.
***
And there it sat,
my lone blank canvas,
awaiting in silence
for my hands' compliance.
***
But this terrible fear
wriggled its way
Through to me
till it's all I can see.
***
And so stayed my canvas
so perfectly white,
the paint going dry
till the day I die.
***
I wanted to end my poem here but the hopelessness was far too intense, so here you go; one more stansa of damage control...
***
But I hope that one day
I will awaken,
And find the faint
courage to paint!
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Llion the Brave Version 2
Her screams diminished as Llion was dragged away from the cell. The stench in the corridor was less but there was still damp, decay, defecation, death. His feet dragged, like a raggedy puppet, the guard either side of him holding him fast. He could feel their individual fingers digging into his scant flesh, leaving their impression on his bones.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
I love that you added the last stanza to give a touch of optimism. Such a wonderful poem!
The mind of the author should be powerful to write such great poems 👌💪.
The lines... But I hope that one day I will awaken, And find the faint courage to paint!...I like the most..... beautiful poem