Trapped Soul in the Painted Canvas

Once there was a soul Adhered to a wall No longer part of he. So he set himself free. A world behind the curtains Welcomed him with glee With open fangs and menace And closed hands, with folds He went back to the wall Where they said he belonged. Put a struggle to fit the hole He once left behind. Though it was in vain. As the hole, no longer described him Nor the shadow, he once was. As a sore thumb, he stood exposed Wounded and out of place. He now belonged To nowhere Where he felt welcomed As his peer Once had warned.