Unheard my scream
dances in the air.
Forseen my actions were,
cruel to you, my people, seems
the portrait I have painted.
Unseen my creation lies
in the rubble with the earth destroyed.
My heart to dread toyed
with my mind. Stare dies
at the portrait I have painted.
Unloved, sitting by the window
I await further notice.
Reflection that malice
has beaten to sow
the sadness into the portrait I have painted.
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 3:21 PM UTC
Unheard my scream
dances in the air.
Forseen my actions were,
cruel to you, my people, seems
the portrait I have painted.
Unseen my creation lies
in the rubble with the earth destroyed.
My heart to dread toyed
with my mind. Stare dies
at the portrait I have painted.
Unloved, sitting by the window
I await further notice.
Reflection that malice
has beaten to sow
the sadness into the portrait I have painted.