Friday, November 8, 2013


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.

~ A

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