Exhibition

The accompanying artwork has stopped showing here. 🙂 Unless that sorts itself out I advise you to go to the original post. It’s well worth seeing.

a.mermaid'spen_

Words bleed out of my mouth
without my concern,
Keep leaving this body
with no hint of return.

I’m the master
of breaking my own heart,
with weird thoughts
and shattered hope
I keep tearing myself apart.

You can see me
painting canvas,
but it’s not me.
My scars are on exhibition
I don’t want them to be.

People come to me
saying,
You’re art inside out.
I can’t help,
Smiling,
I just wonder and doubt.

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About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on September 7, 2019, in Poem - Not Written By Me Though, Poem With Image, Reposted from elsewhere. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Yea, I checked the original post. Who is the artist of that art work? Is it you?

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