Crowded Canvases of Nothing
Maybe, you don't get to dictate your life.
I drew colors
so vibrantly dull
and all the shades of gray
did not even begin to explain the complexities it meant.
what it was supposed to represent.
it was supposed to convey
how close they were
at being how far they were.
I couldn't draw the straight line.
I couldn't draw the clear cut truth.
nothing left on the canvas was enough
told the story I wanted it to convey.
so that night,
I drew colors,
an explosion of life,
but this twisted universe
drew me from my beginning,
and it will to my end.