Canvas Poem by Martino Fortuin

Canvas

Such an intense feeling of grief
gnawing mercilessly, like starvation.
It appeareth not in the slightest at all brief
I am the canvas, and the genre is pain.

With somber stroke and abstract curve
Tears about to gravitate down
In each hue, the misery to relive
I am the canvas, and the colours are pain.

Caught in a square devoid of hope
Darkness shines while light fades
There is no way to cope…
I am the canvas, and the subject is pain.

Nothing but an empty shell
Seemingly alive yet expressionlessly dead
holding back severe emotional swell
I am the canvas, and the artist is pain.