Paintings line the walls
With organized diversity.
Magic traces the halls
With unparalleled artistry.
As I a student, trapped in awe,
Struggle with my pencil raw,
Just so I can learn to draw...
Am witness
To this perfection.
Music fills the room
With sweet melody;
Violins share the tune
Embracing harmony.
As I a student, tears astray,
With blistered fingers everyday,
Just so I can learn to play...
Am witness
To this perfection.
Words caress thoughts
With brilliant creativity.
Each word on each page
A separate masterpiece.
As I a student, thoughts encaged,
Search deep inside to find my rage,
Just so I can fill this page...
Am witness
To this perfection.
YOU ARE READING
Beneath the Surface
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems. Most were created for the purpose of the Atty's Poetry Awards 2012. In the process, I have discovered a world of poetic form as it has discovered me. Cover by Google.com/images
