Art Poem by Daniel Nairn

Art



Why must my art come from strong emotion?
Sometimes I'm happy as I sketch or
Write or play. But more often am I
Depressed and angry and confused.

I glance back at my art, and immediately look away, pained
To see the time
When I was so sad
I had to tell
About my anguish

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Daniel Nairn

Daniel Nairn

Bellevue, Nebraska
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