It is so obvious
That it is hard to find
A piece of art
Lying around in the dark. Divine.

The colours spread over the canvas
In a matter of laziness
Yet, it tell us a whole story to listen
That it is almost a disgrace.

Frenzied minds trying to decipher
The meaning behind that creation
Yet, being unable to do so
Because no one knows what are the artist’s intentions.

Maybe it is pain
Maybe it is grief
Maybe it is something he wants to hide
Or just something to relief.

It is there, full of colours
Yet, it seems so lifeless
As if it is trying to tell you something
But it has become riot-less.

I am still trying to understand
What the strokes show to the world
Is it a little show of the love he had once
Or the hate filled gut?

I will never find out what he was trying to say
Because it is too beyond my mind
But for the rest of my life
I have a goal to accomplish. An emotion to find....