Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The Path Begins by James Sute

Painted by a tortured soul
canvas covered empty hole.
Facing down another day
out of focus faded gray.

Darkness slowly filled the space 
Sunlight banished from the place. 
Comfort longed for never sought
solitude and drifting thought.

What was close eluded clutch
never came along as much.
Trapped inside an amber jewel  
memory of touch too cruel.

Stirred up by a thunderstorm
frozen watercolors warm.
Capturing the beauty there
inspiration from despair.

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