Art Poem by Precious Queen
Art
I'm as troubled as an artist. But I lack inspiration to turn this tears into something worth shedding a tear about.
I lack the words to make stanzas and poems or anything worth listening to.
I am a musician without a rhythm or rhyme.
I am a painter lacking all primary colours, just shades of black and grey.
I am enveloped in sadness and fear.
Sunday, November 26, 2023
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