His Art Poem by Coen Carter

His art takes him back in time to memories he now regrets
Unfailing with consistency so he cannot forget
A living breathing person with a soul just like my own
Met so many like him but yet so all alone
Many men wonder where his heart lies
Trapped inside a smile and a pair of soulless eyes
He’d like to make a difference but just can’t stop the rain
Taking solace in the loneliness to try and fight the pain
But at the end of all reason the pressure never stops
Content to let lay his heart where his body dropped