The Painting

A connoisseur stares at a piece of art He gazes intensely, maybe this one caught his heart. He says, “It's interesting, but I have better taste.” The artist's heart falls to his waist. It's only one man's opinion, it shouldn't be a big deal. But the artist put a lot into this, I get how he feels. We want everyone to like what we put effort into, but some people don't look all the way through. They look at the piece and don't like the colors they use. Even though they don't understand it, they still light the fuse. Once it's been lit, it will burn until nothing remains, and all the hope the artist had, turns into pain. The painting is taken down off the wall, its not going to sell, he isn't expecting a call. All the preparation and time that went into it, and no one likes it, it will never be seen as fit. The crushed artist puts the piece in a closet. In there its dark and quiet, and he is about to quit. No one likes the talents he has to provide. So in the shadows is where he will reside. So thanks to all who are better and lift up their chin. You don't know how hard it was to get here or where I've been. You don't care what you say or how I feel whatsoever. The saying goes, sticks and stones may break my bones, but words hurt forever.