Paint Thinner
The weeping canvas
drips it's wordings
o'er the upturned chins
of the thinning mind.
A diet;
not of health
but of nutritional void;
sapped of logic and heart,
to warp priorities
and starve it's principles.
Where a mass of ignorance
and complacency takes hold;
lavishing in it's own corpulence
as it ruptures the arteries
of the light of young minds;
unto a paint brush without a color,
to remain adjacently dry forever.
Copyright © Michael Benkhen | Year Posted 2011
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