Bless the artists, with their brushes and paint
Their minds full of inspiration, expression, hate
Silently screaming through an imaginary gate
In darkness they reach out for the light.
Bless the artists, one stroke then another
Waiting for a friend, a sister, a brother
But when they stop with a sheet they will cover
In hope it stays away from all sight
Bless the artists, their strokes full of emotion
The entire canvas proof of utter devotion
Impossible to stop this familiar motion
With a grasp on the paint brush so tight
Help the artists, all they're craving is silence
The strength to stand up with courage and defiance
All it takes is one true. loyal act of alliance
Because some canvases are better left white.
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The Misunderstood- Poems
PoetryThis is a poem I wrote for those people (especially teenagers like myself) who feel trapped or scared sometimes. Hope you like it! Will write more if people like it!
