The painting

poem by: Doug Andersen
Written on Dec 18, 2016 

Shoulders hunched
His head hung low
‘Tis but a painting
Yet I know,

To read the heartache
In those lines
Of dreams destroyed
Hope undermined.

He walks away
Rejection clear
In every gesture
Etched despair.

I need not see
That haunted face
The hurting real
I know its force.

The painter’s craft
Framed on a wall
Has caught the pain
Has touched my soul.

 

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