A Canvas So Fine
A dark poem
Published in
Mar 28, 2023
For a canvas so fine,
Thine blood or mine,
For each slash and stoke,
Thy mind invokes,
Not a weep,
Nor a woe,
Not a strength,
Nor a show,
But a tapestry of condition,
Bound by damnation,
Through eyes forsaken,
For nought salvation.