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...
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Inspired by Francis Bacon's work
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