Art

As I stare at this blank canvas I wonder what to create Should I write what I feel I ponder if anyone can relate Art in the form of words There is no canvas that goes unheard As I reach deep inside my mind Gauging what's my biggest crime I would have to say it's art Now follow closely because this will get dark Don't get lost in the shadow of my arch There is no sun where the sun don't shine I hope you listening close because that was a punch line Art comes in many forms I try to create outside of the norm I was pronounced different from the day I was born Now don't get torn This is not sympathetic art This is real raw lay out your heart I make a puzzle out of my words I like using synonyms antonyms and verbs Not a shattered illusion But a microbial infusion Tell me can you follow A canvas so hollow Bruised at its outer edge Heart still beating But inside it's dead Yet you can't help but stare Would you buy it? I bet you won't .. I dare