An Old Piece Of Art Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

This picture is beginning to fade
The lesson you taught still smart
Lines upon lines to see
The open wounds of my heart
And to help you stop
The bleeding before it starts
Now you keep me hanging in your closet
Like I am some old piece of art
You bring me out now and then
To put me on display for your long lost friends
They wait to hear for what you have to say
All the time their eyes eat away at my heart
Although you assume that I have been bought
There is not a price you can pay for this piece of art
That is sick and tired of being put on display
So as your masterpiece finally falls
This all could have been avoided
If you had only hung me in your center hall
And nailed me permanently to your precious wall