Toxic Painting

Michael Rousseau 
Painting
"The Dying Slave"

TOXIC PAINTING

have you experienced a soul leaving
hard clinched hands as hearts are clinging

have you seen the final curtain
eyes gone cold 
do you know for certain

these thoughts that you cling to
will hold this cost
as moment by moment
is all but lost

time is the canvas
were given to paint
fractal gardens
not imagined saints

yet in our pride
we find our stride
as day by day
we die inside

and yet we strive to be right

i am a perfect picture of imperfection
sifting sand with mortal hands
finding cause to fight

monster hope
will not erect
this moment now
it's all but wrecked

if love is based in i

love is not love 
which alters 
when it alteration finds 
but sifts with the sifter sifting 
and is kind to not rewind


NOW
is all we have
expectation at the altar
It's ours to grab

CHOOSE
your perspective well
as one gives life
and one is hell

in HIM
we are meant to strive
yet in i
we can not survive

...
matt francis

@MattFrancis7

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