The Painter's Pain
Anger, sadness, fear,
all blend together perfectly.
It becomes hard to bear,
the life laid out in front
of them.
Scary what the mind,
can give a character to when
confronting the darkest parts of
your soul.
You breed in flesh and blood.
A mere thought becomes
a face of a person who
Has a story to tell.
The grief from the painter,
makes it easy to sell.
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