Paint Me An Ugly Duck

Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare Surprise, it is another birthday, traveling through the flow of time Stop this ride, we have encountered a problem, but no one seemed to care There are many screams and awfully many more tears carved on these walls Votive candles consigned happy wishes but overlooked my prayer Only a color in a mosaic frame, thought I was something more Wearing a pale jacket, apparently, I’m an infectious nightmare Everyone else appears to have vibrant smiles and briskly smooth motions Unbalanced, cannot advance, unable to conform to this wheelchair I was searching for deliverance perhaps from Slipper or Charming Flames blew out, crocodile ate my cake, and chains enveloped my footwear Watched the paint smear as a toddler topple while dancing on a wall The dragon loves to steal treasured chromas by hoarding them in its lair Artist! My obit will say, "Counterfeit, pathetic, unfit misfit" Wishes are unfair, there is no cake or prayer for my teddy bear Standing near the periphery earth's end with a serpent knotted around my neck I, the dead color Fool for faithfully believing but having failed everywhere Owing to the profusion of unfastened pins, the moment is prepared for the recycle Not the populace inadequacy, I was manufactured with all the faulty hardware Weathered and stagnant, desiring the second chance, I once had a dream I’ll need a needle and thread for something has unraveled at the seam A shattered stained-glass window, the Artist has answered the Devils’ instead An anachronism, a blunder, it's painful to breathe, a tub of abhor memoirs My guardian angel, an abrasion in the snow, is frozen with dread Sun evanescent, flocks depart, flying westward to the frames of the ending shores Too many things undone and too many undone things will go left unsaid The flare's brush anoints the impressionist rainbows on the canvas’s waterbed The melodies of torment, the child yearning invocation, but no one seemed to care Chamber of lead, the heaven's bled, gently cradling the head of my sweet teddy bear The lunatic, awakened and degenerated, pulls the final thread. Click. Die guck Saturated fountainhead turned the cotton ball red, twilight and nothing more Closed healthcare, a chupacabra scare, and the last raindrops fall and stick The lame duck resides at the bottom of the tub, muck and out of luck Baptized in the black Milky Way aqua, left lies lost love Lady Ophelia With impasto insignia sangria droplets, the Artist graffiti on the wall the picture of medusa 17 July 2016 Updated 5/14/209