Four Walls


The paint crawls like syrup tears
buttery beads of color seeping away exterior fears
an unfinished work of art starting to take shape
each stroke of freshly lathered walls freshens away the hate
edged canvases rich in luxurious motif:
mink grey, indigo midnight, burnt sienna, and golden leaf
the visage flows like evocative rivers of blazing scope 
caressive and possessive of an insulating hope
the window's breath carries inside a scintilla of life
as it dines on the bones of a hapless world's locked out strife 
four walls covered in the lifeblood of wretched cans
their contents released like water from broken dams  
beneath the walls the brushes lie rested and still 
their wooden handles paint stained and bristled
all the result of what started as yesterday's motivation
today my world inside four walls-- a painted salvation


February 24, 2016

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