A candle mark passes
And I cannot fathom,
What to place on this paper
In front of me so blank.
As my mind swarms
With little ideas
And shreds of stories.
None stick enough
To place my ink
Permanently so.
The greatest pieces of art
Are never seen
Only confined by the mind
Of a tormented artist
That lacks the confidence
To create.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 10:54 PM UTC
A candle mark passes
And I cannot fathom,
What to place on this paper
In front of me so blank.
As my mind swarms
With little ideas
And shreds of stories.
None stick enough
To place my ink
Permanently so.
The greatest pieces of art
Are never seen
Only confined by the mind
Of a tormented artist
That lacks the confidence
To create.
