• The Tortured Soul of the Artist


    Battered and bruised, betrayed and misused
    Passion on fire, this burning desire
    To prove Them all wrong
    To prove Them all right?
    No, no. Can't let that happen.
    I am only me
    But soon they will see
    Just what I can be.
    Can I?
    Is it there?
    Doubt plagues the fragile ego.
    Determination and willpower
    Can fade.
    Humiliation. Degradation. Suffocation.
    This hate, this sorrow, this burdening life.
    Serve a purpose.
    Suffer for your art.
    Bleed ink, cry acrylic, sweat water colors
    One with your art, your child
    Your creation
    Misery can be turned into an art form.
    But the nagging doubt...
    The fear...
    The panic...
    Never goes away.
    Make it stop!
    It will not stop.
    Make it go away!
    It is here to stay.
    Art gets into your soul, the most addictive of drugs.
    You cannot quit.
    Slave you your passion
    Broken heart
    Tortured soul
    Go.
    Make your mark.
    Channel your downfalls,
    Mistakes,
    Fears,
    Rages,
    Sadness.
    Leave your heart on the paper.