there is no art in my heart today.
no, none at all.
there are tears that are building,
choking and drowning me.
but my art is nowhere to be found.
there is an anger that is overwhelming me,
a rage i can feel in my throat.
it sits waiting inside looking for the moment to explode.
but my art has left me here alone.
this ache though is here
keeping me company,
a friend that i do not want around.
haunting me, torturing me,
a pain deeply buried in my heart.
there it has left no room for art anymore.