A Canvas So Fine

A dark poem

Photo by Oxana Melis on Unsplash

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.