#WritcoPoemPrompt61
We always plan a life like a wonderful painting,
But sometimes, we somehow paint a foggy landscape.
Fools will lay still like a rock and never stop complaining.
But the keen will stand up and paint over a prettier shape.

As I dipped my brush on the paint I choose,
my hands are trembling,
Hopelessly trapped with evil that keeps
my heart breaking
I felt so worthless then, that burned me mentally
So my tears kept falling down on my face
and left a mark on my painted landscape.





© wynter68