A Disambiguated Poet

I am tastefully distraught, Slanted with a poor posture. A lonely...grotesque figure. I am bold, not in confidence, But in my flaws...with a beautiful mind. My austere soul screams Buried thoughts put to pen Describe...the battered life I lived, From the perspective of a genius. My graphic appearance terrifies But the beauty of my words balance, With tortured and unique imagery. My blemished existence, Serves a higher purpose. My smudged exterior...captured, For the world to see and know. I am the blurred dream That became a reality, Through the medium of art. I am the disfigured face, That served as a muse. So often imagined, sketched, and painted By the hands...of Francis Bacon! I am a poet... ___________________________ Inspired by Francis Bacon's work