The wounded artist cries for words
Stabbed by metaphors and simple verbs
Crawling to the verse of an unfinished sketch
Only to find the words unset
Pushed to the limit by untamed passion
He clawed for his dreams with hope everlasting
The wounded artist cried for words
Killed by death unseen or heard
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The passion has to cool down to melt into fine words of expression. Well written...