Wanting to create a beloved masterpiece,
the artist dipped his brush
into a rainbow of brightly colored hues
Somewhat confused as he drew back his dripping pen
he frowned upon the careless black strokes
that covered the once empty page
Slowly rubbing his chin in bewilderment
he watched as the darkened puddles
formed a different kind of beauty
a tragic form of sadness
he felt deep within his own soul
Carried away with the impression
of this new muse -
some depression upon his heart
he began to outline the shapes and emotions
of his lifeless ocean, his sinking world
Not once missing the birth of greens
nor the softness in a robin's egg blue
he painted, painted, painted
stroking up
stroking down
wildly turning into a madman
composing his art without lyrics or sound
His eyes brimmed with rain drops
and his hands stirred the storm
the canvas before him
now covered in futility...
A shrouded mirror
a clouded vision
with no reflection
resembled nothing but a one sided door
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