#WritcoPoemChallenge
Bold strokes of a confident hand,
The painting is a masterpiece,
Executed as planned...

My blood and sweat
form the canvas upon which
this masterpiece lays

my heart and soul
splashed across the canvas
the story told
joys, sorrows and my darkest days

I leave nothing to interpret
Nothing to the imagination
Every color, swirl and brush strokes
tells a story of heart ache and deprivation

Must you state so long
Can't you easily see in this work of art
it is s my last breaths song
the last beat of my heart

I left it all behind for you to judge
every color, er6 troke, every erotic narcotic smudge

dry stroke was for you
to please your eye
but in the end it wasn't enough
not the blood, the sweat or the tears I cried

I left it all open and raw
somehow hoping you could understand it all
but you glanced and nodded
and walked away

having no clue
that I actually have my life that day

those shades of red
that everyone else comments on
my last drops of blood
my wrists emptied upon

the shades of grey , pastels and violent black
tht was my sweat
left from...