my life’s a painting
not yet finished
but the outcome is clear
dark tones mixed with light ones
the light triumphs the dark
so it seems
a glimmer of hope
eaten alive from the overwhelming darkness that may be called life
the light gives hope
which is then demolished immediately
thinking it won the fight
but the war goes on
the more paint used
the darker it gets
only the painter and i
understand the meaning of it