Where Does Art Go? Poem by Xelam Kan™
Where Does Art Go?
How can i satiate my empty brain,
(like a starved stomach, hollow and acidic)
easy to compass the 'LETTERS:
Creation,
Inspiration, and
Imitation. but
where dose Art go?
See, my frozen pen in my numbed fingers;
like an Arctic wind, sweeps,
and leaves behind, scratches
on the wrinkled pages.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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