Floored with the stupor of colours
I touch them with my sight
Do'nt know how to paint
While my fingers steal a feel
Gluey-sticky tubes charge
cant hold them steady anymore
unnerved I gaze the flow of colours
unmoved I hear the echoing concept.
The stillness within simplifies
the groaning desires to inaction
sight and tears now witness
the fear of deliverance.
Quietude steadied with hope
happiness was just a space without
which occurred to the loss of feel
an abject refusal to see the pain within.