Painting
An empty canvas, with so much promise, telling me what I can make.
Telling me what i can do with just a simple can of paint.
Drawing inspiration from desperation, i slowly stroke the canvas.
Changing color, stroking lightly, mixing black and white for gray.
Loving, drawing, painting, sketching, hoping that these passions stay.
Else nothing makes my life worth living, making darkness go away.
Copyright © Patrick Smith | Year Posted 2011
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