Empty

I drain and wilt

I try and fail

and again, I fail

In pain, I frail. 

With a broken brush I paint

In pain I clash

An anxious heart in a rush

In fear of the unknown, 

I rush and crash.

Onto plain canvases,

Paints a dead muse 

With broken word crayons

And faded verses I paint

A painting of a blurry mirage.

A plain canvas of an empty painting 

Painted with paint from an empty vase 

By an empty heart, 

Is empty painted, with invisible paint. 

Sands of time, slither down the kink

Gloomy cigarettes burn to ash

A weary sad aged wall clock

Glares like a dying flame, 

A fallen sun in hurts of insidious stardust. 

Oh my dear muse, 

where on, did you on go to? 

In a dead coercive voice, do you hear me call? 

Come back to me, 

Please. 

With out you, my painted paintings, 

Are painted empty!

@juliuscseguya