Bleak Monet

. for public domain Do you cry out there in the night, "What's the use!" and then exchange a mournful sigh for more abuse? Well, don't you fret, don't worry, you free soul, yours is not the only story goes untold. More leaves of grass in every lawn are overlooked by paintings drawn by hands that feel what eyes don't see. Welcome. You're Sorrow's adoptee. So, go and walk the streets alone. Find your way to the undeserved barren throne and display all your pain, and let it flourish. For some day, some watchful heart seeks to nourish your bleak Monet.