I painted something beautiful
and showed it to the world
Then I placed it in a house
Without any windows
I sculpted my own heart
and sang along to the beat
Then I locked it in a chest
Without any sound
I wrote my name in the sand
and bathed in the light
Then the tide came in
Without any pity
An echo
A shadow
A painting in a house
Without any windows
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Author:
Brimelow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I'm involved in amateur theatre, and on the day after the final night we all go in to take the set down, and there is always an element of post-show blues - wrote this after my second show
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