Pain is the worst portrait.

Pain is the worst portrait.

A Poem by Crossroads
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An old poem

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Pain is the worst portrait.

My creator saw fit to void 
normality and carelessly 
lost sight of any perspective
I desired or deserved
in the process of making me. 

He abandoned bright colors of happiness 
favoring darker hues.
He emphasized circles under
cast down burdened eyes, 
while highlighting 
a timeless frown that falls from a
displeasured smile.

Lines of agony, tracks from the suffering,
not desired to be seen, mark
my face. 

They're too much like scars unhealed.
They accentuate affliction on 
the rough and withered surface.

For laughs, on his last strokes
he placed black pigment dripping 
with torture, and a daunting 
outlook on life.

Time neither seems to move nor stop,
Just is.

Pain is the worst portrait.

If given the chance, 
I'll pass on the next life.
The creator and I are not on a friendly basis.

© 2020 Crossroads


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This makes me sad that you feel this way, but at the same time I understand it. Great poem regardless, I agree pain is the worst portrait. It gives you a distorted view of who you are.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Crossroads

2 Months Ago

Thanks for reading.
Allie Brumfield

2 Months Ago

You're welcome
God I love this poem. It's so resonant with disenchantment and desolation. My mind went immediately to Frankenstein and the dynamics between creature and creator depicted in the book.
A truly heartfelt piece. Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful writing.

Posted 2 Months Ago


Crossroads

2 Months Ago

Thanks very much for your review.

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