Death By Art Of Mind Poem by Thandolwethu Ntshintshi

Death by art of mind

Corroding are the images
That my mind affectionately draws.
They are compiled with diligence, crafted with an exquisite work of art but silently they erode.
In the art gallery of mine are kept secret, safely and as reference of a world not known.

They title every time I renounce them as to say, “Do not forget the timeless pieces you crafted”
And I saver the moments left behind and entertain their carousing trips to the world unknown I return to them.

Corroding are the images but seemingly as if I have no knowledge of that, I as an artist fond of his work feel proud but mystified of my unresistant ways to death my corroding images.

Corroding are the images I crafted
An artist’s death by his own works of art it is, how rare that is.
Corroding are the images
But I delight in them.