As I stand peering down, emptiness begins to emerge.
Silence suffocates the room
While tragedy colors the wall.
The numbing atmosphere destroys every piece of life
Giving no hope to those he encountered.
Though I gaze upon him there is no serenity in his eyes.
No regret
No empathy
No me.
I was once the mouse in his maze
Searching for my end
Awaiting for death to take me by the hand
For this temple was nothing but filth
He lay upon it night after night
While I lie awake praying for the light at the end.
A gentle unwanted touch, as he slowly painted me with his fingertips.
The wall kept silent in fear
So he continued.
Sorrow hung from the corner of my eyes
As the bed danced beneath us.
I cry out for the wall
As he clenches to me tighter.
Sweat poured from him, while despair consumed me.
The room darkens, taking alongside the piercing blue eyes.
I then vanish
Appearing next a man in a long robe and a crown made of thorns
He says nothing, gently placing my hands on top of his.
A bright light rapidly appears vanishing the man.
I return to earth underneath a motionless body
His blue eyes staring lifelessly into mine.
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Painting Words
PoetryA painting is a wordless piece of mastery that an artist uses to express their most inner feelings, while poetry is a tedious masterpiece that writers use to illustrate their story. Painting Words is my own writings creating it's own picture.
