Like the Colors Of this Canvas

A poem about a painting of mine. People are really complicated in many ways.

My heart is like this canvas here

A colorful  display it starts to appear

But as the colors start to blend,

A mixture of all the bright colors of the outside,

Turns into a dark and gloomy core

Filled with colors that no longer stand on their own

Indistinguishable from all the others

No longer could they ever be separated from the rest

. . .

But they still exist

…

Those colors did not vanish, but blended

They didn’t dry up, but absorbed another color

Hoping to becoming something more pleasant,

But instead they became something else

They became apart of this endless void

So that they could never again be reached

Never again to be pointed out

. . .

But they are still there

. . .

Lost in the void

They still exist

My heart is like this canvas here

Nothing is no longer as clear

What emotion I feel right now

Or  as to why I feel this way

I can no longer distinguish one from another

I can no longer reach out

for these feeling that are trapped in the void

Buried under the colors of the surface

. . .

But they still exist

Author's Note

Like I said, inspired by my painting I painted. I wish I could have had prettier font, but oh well. Let me know what you think

Reviews

[Rodaina]

It is good but your other poems are better than that . sorry if this got your hopes down . But you can do better !! You already showed that in your other ones !! Keep up the good job .