Faith Ozobu Poet Rhyme

Her Canvas

She drew paintings 
many could not understand
Her body being her ever changing canvas
The cruel world her muse

She drew paintings
many could not understand
Her hands in constant use
ticking like a time bomb
Barrelling towards its last fuse
Leaving a gaping bruise

She drew paintings
many could not understand
NO one could confuse nor refuse
Much less excuse 
Her eminent abuse
Soaked and drenched in red hues

She drew paintings
Even she could not understand
She had nothing to lose
When the world chose their views
Hate was infused

And now she was gone too.

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Beata Agustin October 11, 2023 at 7:14 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Hiya Sharma October 9, 2023 at 4:18 AM Oh my, this is such a painstaking and heart-aching write that reflects the melancholic dimensions of the soul... When pain exudes and vulnerability takes control, those tints of red paint kaleidoscopic sceneries of confusion... This write made me feel so much.. So evocatively written.. Faith Ozobu October 11, 2023 at 1:11 AM It was inspired by a classmate of mine from the past that was gone too soon. This is tribute to her