Masterpiece
I see the disappointment smeared across your face
as you strike a piece of black coal
across the surface of that lonely canvas .
The love you once felt.
Fracturing into tiny sharp shards.
Its past, raining down onto the earth below.
A small piece penetrates, deep into your irritated hand.
Sharply without a flinch.
you raise up,
your now Claret dripping finger.
To your icy lips.
A gentle pinch from your teeth,
removing the splintered shard.
The essence of your life.
Now smearing down this tainted masterpiece.
My expression, a look of concern.
Slowly without emotion.
Raising your eyes
only, for but a second.
To take in another pixel
Of this torturous soul in front of you.
Suddenly a racing thought,
flash’s through your mind.
you realise,
It’s your own inner image you are painting.
A slowly dying skeleton of a man
Still trying to escape his tortured fate.
Copyright © Jonathan Horton | Year Posted 2024
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