REPOST: An Artist's QuandryIf drawings came to me as easily as I draw my breath
than perhaps an artist I would be.
And every line that flows from my hand would be as the heart beats;
shown for all to see.
No picture nor sketch could suffice for me
nor vanquish my unyielding hunger for recognition
to be one amongst a hundred;
a glimmering jewel on the bottom of the sea.
I waste away the hours of my days
where daylight fades away
and my pencil grows dull with each stroke it makes
as my hand in clawed grasp, it aches.
Futile efforts they may be
but you'll all see
that one day I will create the scene of masterful artistry.
Perhaps not today, nor tomorrow or next week
but I will draw until I am weak
to recognize my dream from unending sleep -
to draw the one picture for all to see
and all to know that for whom had drawn it, that it was me.
A scene of glorious beauty that makes the heart sing,
the mind rejoice and the soul ring!
The efforts of a thousand days manifested into one piece
and to know that I no longer need
MadnessA dance of fire within my head
conjures a feeling of harbinger's dread.
A message from thee, the reaper of thine
shall harvest memories anew within my mind.
That I may forget all I have thought,
all I have said and all that I sought;
and leave me a vessel, empty and dark
to wander the halls within my heart.