Painted Memory
Paint a picturesomewhere between
the oils and the canvas
lies the secret
the dream
the memory
of the love that once was
The heart
shattered and twisted
remembers too well
the emotion that kept it whole
Love
It is that memory
that guides the brush
swirling colors in mass confusion
where patterns and flowers
once bloomed
It is that memory
that colors the canvas
from shades of somber blue
dreary gray
to blackest pitch
when, once,
vibrant reds and yellows
held the fore
There are dreams no longer
only nightmare visions
that glide over the canvas:
demons that frolic
blood
pooling on the bedroom floor
There is no peace
for the shattered heart...
only torment
