Piece of Work
An Inverse Poem
Artist, at your core
So smoothly you con
It out, secrecy,
With your words you draw
Me in, defensive
Crumbling walls, collapse
Down from just your touch,
Safe haven, burning
Promises and oaths
On my heart, breaking
Through shadow layers
All disappearing
Now, for the good days
Everything is changed
At stitched raw edges
Overcast, undone
When you paint my skies
Blue, brimming over,
A canvas, I am
More, a muse broken
Free, by you wanting
Me, your masterpiece
About the Creator
D.K. Shepard
Character Crafter, Witty Banter Enthusiast, World Builder, Unpublished novelist...for now
Fantasy is where I thrive, but I like to experiment with genres for my short stories. Currently employed as a teacher in Louisville.
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