Wildly you painted your pictures- <br />Your brush 'twas surely: 'Out Of Control...' <br />Oh, what information, we garnered <br />And what a view of the colours of your soul; <br />For so many years, it was a puzzle incomplete... <br />But no more, since your quilled and painted depiction <br />Your words and morbid colours exposed to our eyes <br />Ended our living with, only, mere science fiction; <br />You were always the missing piece... <br />The one with the everlasting chip upon the shoulder <br />Carried over decades of drug addled vengence <br />Allowing your true feelings, to simply smolder; <br />Erasing your quilled words comes too late... <br />As you continue to revolve around, a now lost center <br />For you have been deleted and blocked forever... <br />Now, just a sign remains: 'Do Not Enter! ' <br />And so, as you may still be Climbing in your deluded mind... <br />Through your shades of Deathly Morbid Fears- <br />I just want to say: 'There never will be: A Room At The RR Inn...' <br />For your information, only, 'a real War has begun my dear! '<br /><br />Theodora (Theo) Onken<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golden-depictions/
