That Infamous Myth

I was once in thrall to the infamous myth
Of the artiste souffrant,

But I’ve come ultimately to see it 
As the cruelest of delusions.

But could it not be said
That it’s still among us, 

That malefic notion 
That the artist is a spirit set apart, 

For some special purpose 
Of which pain is an essential component?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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