He doesn't know where to begin
no point in trying to stir emotions
rather let the words be the messenger
of what's inside.
So alone and forgotten
behind a wall of time
cold and sober as
a broken soul against a reality
A feeling he has to bear
words he has to borrow
yet a colorful palette so dim
is all that remains from him
Yet the will to paint persist
there and here with words
the same old driving whisper
remains so faithful and clear
By aurumium
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