The Colour of Pain
THE COLOUR OF PAIN
Easel erect, the canvas primed
Paints each one evenly aligned
An artist sets to depict his pain
Every stroke, a weighted strain
Darken purple’s cast his gloom
Amongst angry red’s felt doom
Blacken green no hope to quell
As he painted of his untold hell
No light hues to give him hope
Trapped, within a limited scope
In his anguish he paints it black
For him there’s no turning back
Indiana Shaw . . . : (
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2019
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