Fault of Imagination

Christina K

Everything I wrote was an art piece.

The paint spilled out of my heart

and the inspiration came from my soul.

I formed images through color.

I molded mountains with my hands

and I sculpted statues of gold.

But then I looked down.

And the paper was smeared with lead.

My words did not fill the page.

It was ugly

and it sounded ugly too.

I pictured my art as something it was not

and I reaped the consequences

of my folly.

  • Author: Christina K (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2016 18:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Christina8

    This is an absolutely beautiful poem! Well this is an art piece so thanks for sharing!

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