Away from me now!
Away!
I cannot feed you, clothe you or care for you,
Your stolid nature and frail frame depress me.
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Original :) again a brilliant read that makes you clearly see what the art of painting means to you, ive understood it as your way of expressing certain pent up emotions, therapy in a way. I like how you have then reflected this with critisism of your own creative expressions.
This is very intense. I feel anger. Is that what you are trying to relay? Or do I mistake the anger for heartache and longing to be accepted? I hope you write more. Thank you for reading my poem Butterfly.
Wow a commendable poem with an allegorical painting with words so kudos accept.