It's almost like an artist is anathema to hope.
Not in what they make, but in the ways in which they cope.
With a subtle application of techniques for truth they grope.
An angel said she loved me then handed me a rope.
The reply that I gave her was first meant to be terse.
A livid recrimination spat out as a curse,
but my tongue it seems has failed me dried by a thirst
from the sight of your sweet visage no tears left for this verse.
So pity your dear artist, this mood you helped inspire.
His pen has made but kindling to feed a fading fire.
If his veins could bleed out music you would be his lyre.
If beauty is a glow, you seem a funeral pyre.
About the Creator
Blake Capps
I started writing to cope with my severe anxiety. I’m still anxious, but hey, at least now I’m also a writer.
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Excellent work. Looking forward to reading more!
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Compelling and original writing
Creative use of language & vocab
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Moods can be inspired….
Very solid work. Enjoyed the read.