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Forsaken Art
Canvas covered in dust,
Broken easel,
Ink-dried colour palettes &
Worn out paintbrushes,
chucked carelessly into an old box,
& stashed in the dark storeroom.
They used to be
her prized possessions,
her source of pride.
She had painted some of her
best works with these
treasured tools,
They defined who she was,
but now,
they had turned into old trash,
waiting to be thrown out.
Circumstances had
compelled her to choose
realism over passion.
Sometimes,
she wistfully wondered what
could have been,
if she had persisted in her art.
Her memory of her former self
had now turned vague.
She could hardly picture herself
with a paintbrush in hand,
She knew in her heart
that she would never pick up
the paintbrush again.
© 300roses
Broken easel,
Ink-dried colour palettes &
Worn out paintbrushes,
chucked carelessly into an old box,
& stashed in the dark storeroom.
They used to be
her prized possessions,
her source of pride.
She had painted some of her
best works with these
treasured tools,
They defined who she was,
but now,
they had turned into old trash,
waiting to be thrown out.
Circumstances had
compelled her to choose
realism over passion.
Sometimes,
she wistfully wondered what
could have been,
if she had persisted in her art.
Her memory of her former self
had now turned vague.
She could hardly picture herself
with a paintbrush in hand,
She knew in her heart
that she would never pick up
the paintbrush again.
© 300roses
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