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Daily Poetry #46, March 15, 2017
Word: Paint

Splatter it in frustration, 
Without any inspiration.
Screaming out the emptiness,
As if bringing existence.

A mess, the only thing to say, 
To fill my empty head, I pray. 
“It’ll come,” but not soon enough,
Out of nothing, I laugh.

Scratching around and hoping, 
For that is all I’m striving. 
Scream out hate, all the displeasing things,
Hopefully happiness it what it brings. 

But with closed eyes, I never saw, 
Something that made me smile in awe. 
Laughing, I’m not insane! A new will form,
And as I reach forward, the heart is warm.

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