A Portrait

I stand among the broken souls

Searching to try and become whole

Endlessly pandering for value

Among the ashes for what remains true

 

I stand among those with art

Painting scenes of a broken heart

Brushing past the growing blood

Of which time has already faded

 

I stand among the authors whom

Carve a world before their lonely tomb

Hoping the ink can set what they could not

Looking, not knowing what they sought

 

I stand among the flames which burn

Letting out their emotions that churn

Trying to raze to find what they yearn

Never knowing until they learn