I was sad, <br />I know I was. <br />That horrible sinking feeling. <br />That wonderful sensation. <br />It was bliss. <br />Oh how dreadful I felt, <br />How empty and hollow. <br />Everything seemed so dark, <br />So.........Hopeless. <br />It was delicious! <br />But now. <br />Now....at the pinnacle of my internal strife, <br />And heart wrenching agony. <br />When I sit down and put my fingers to the keys. <br />When I am on the very verge of POURING out my torment and anguish! <br />I am happy? <br />That feeling of hope restored in crux of my heart? <br />A smile hanging on the tip of my lips? <br />No, not the edge! <br />It has permeated its self to the deepest regions of my soul! <br />How HORRENDOUS! <br />How HORRIFIC! (thats for you catherine) <br />How Mellow dramatic. <br />Alas, I shall never be a tortured artist. <br />What a loss.<br /><br />Shirow Walker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-modern-artist/
