Autobiography

An unfinished canvas tells only a line from the story

The grooves in his face spread from cheek to cheek

His muscles are tense but his soul is so weak

The love of his once so strong is now suspended upon the gallows slowly becoming shallow

Is his misery painted upon the easel or is his heart there for retrieval

Written on February 16th, 2012 *(2-16-12)*

Reviews

[Ghania]

Well-written. Touches soul deeply!

sad write here, well expressed