Airbrushed and Abused
Airbrushed and abused
There are those who make me question myself,
the picture presented, is it really that blurred
Details on the edges of watercolor dreamscapes
melt into reality out of focus and lost of depth
Airbrushed and abused beyond clarity,
to where what I see I no longer recognize
Am I really invisible or just faded from too much light
Can a dim image still shine even when darkness wields its brush
For what have I become, nothing more than an echo
slowly becoming silent as it passes by ears of little concern,
an annoying endless rhythm of distant lyrics
no longer carrying a meaning that applies,
forgotten in the chastised abyss of another’s words,
accusations in permanent ink, shredded verses
tossed to the side to disappear…
Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017
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