Painting


A masterpiece painted in a dreary mind
Of a soul that was left behind
A place not to go but there has been kept
In silence now waits in darkness has wept
Hidden without choice
Stolen was their voice
Solemnly their eyes seek
But no strength comes to the weak
A fight fought and lost
Joy and love was the cost
In a mind so scared
Who around would have cared
No one knew no one asked
If not alone they were masked
Decrepit soul of a dreary heart
Awaiting their chance for a brighter art

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