The Art of Emotion

Filling the void of my canvas with paint,
blackness veils the surreal
Melancholy thoughts fill the slats between the light,
I paint, I cry
I live, I die
The rush is real, in art I truly feel
In those moments I am free,
In touch with all my empathy
I feel the pain of a thousand deaths,
I cry the tears of a thousand mothers,
I hear the cries of a thousand children
I am connected
I am not led by distraction,
Not a single refraction
Pure clarity

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