The art on the wall

Photo by Rolands Zilvinskis on Unsplash

Why do people go buy art

and then hang it on their wall,

tiptoe by it everyday

without acknowledging it at all?

A prized piece of paper

delicately wrapped in wood

is begging for them daily,

just to take one look.

It will make the colors pop

to make it sparkle and to shine.

But each time those feet pace by,

A whisper builds to whine.

Yet, an ear doesn’t even flinch

-all their eyes, they’re dead.

When you gaze upon this thing,

there’s no admiration sent.

“Get me out of here”

it begs fiercely behind the glass

but deadly silence only echos

through the hallway that goes past.

In here is where I’m jailed

Hung up to be seen

By the people who forget ease

of what happiness can bring.