This is my soul.
So Patiently waiting,
For Beauty and color.
To hug creativity,
Waiting for freedom from Monotone Living that,
  Scratches the board with a Hand of long nails.
It Screeches so Loudly,
  I must try to describe it with Paint and a brush,
With Ink and quill,
but is it Really there?
I use Metaphors to get more Points on the table that No guests are     Eating at.
They’re all at home,
Are they feeling this pain?
This Is my soul So patiently waiting…..