Posted in Poetry

A Work of Art

beyond the brushstrokes
that everyone lauds

and the shading
that garners applause

exists the artist who
has always felt lost


producing ever an
award-winning portrait

and striving for a
chorus of “gorgeous”

the bond between Art
and Purpose: distorted


she just wants others
to know her name

she uses dark colors
to hide her shame

is it fair that prominence
is her endgame?