My painted voice
So thin yet timid
Each stroke carves this canvas.
In a desire to feel
Lavishing in each emotion that breathes
Slashing of grey that stirs my thoughts.
Coaxing amongst the dirt brown
Rupturing my skin-
Belittled I am to draw my heart in vivid ruby red.
Yet tears sulk beneath the lenses of this sheet
Lost in what remains of whole in my heart.
Distraught I am at times
Mixed around with dark slashes of sunburnt orange
That tells the tails of a young black man rubbished in his days
Limited by the immense hatred that bleeds around him-
Yet back to the blue
The void that is my life sitting amongst thoughts of grassy greed
Feeding into the desires of a man with everything and nothing at all
Lost at night sulked in his violet-filled lonesome.
Empty yet forever tainted in his life-
