Heartfelt Poem by Wilson Tinotenda Waison

A detainee to the imaginary penitentiaries
With the unleashed zeal to breakaway
This is my providence, warped indeed
And renounced.chromatics flares
All the tinctures to shed the portal*

A portray of misperception in my mind
Blues, reds, grey like in isolation
To reveal the concealed element so complex
Ineptitude being my adversary
An obstacle to this endeavor.

A conclusion reached, tis a manifesto
To the weak minds, daring for the goal
To flee from the fancies, awake
Thru precious yonder mos. It is merely
The artistry of being an artist.