Pain is the worst portrait.

Pain is the worst portrait.

A Poem by Crossroads

An old poem


Pain is the worst portrait.

My artist, God, in the process of making me
saw fit to void normality 
carelessly losing sight of any perspective
I desired or deserved. 

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 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

Thanks for reading.
Light and Ashes

8 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 8 Months Ago


8 Months Ago

Thanks very much for your review.

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