Master of None

The Frustrated Artist by Bill Shain

A thousand canvases stained with desire,

But the heart cared less to pursue.

Smothered a stroke of red thrice,

The wind just blew it through.

A bloody ink killed my piece,

Letters switched to unpromising life.

Words were carved to tell illusion,

Reality kissed them with a knife.

I caught snaps of the wonders,

Behind, a facade of the ugly truth.

Set. Focus. Click. Flash. Boom!

My world rejoiced for fools.

Big minds poked at little hearts,

Burning them with a tiny match.

Strike one stick to another,

Last one dies in the shadows.