The Art Of Pain

A portrait of my heart
Painted on the canvas of despair
In the colour of red
Tearing itself into shreds

A portrait of my heart
Vulnerable as a maiden
In a dark ominous land
Feet trapped in quicksand

A portrait of my heart
In the stigma of refusal
Into the throes of pain
`Slowly becoming insane


A portrait of my heart
On the canvas in flames
Becoming lifeless by the day
The blood ebbing away

The portrait of my heart
Is no more a work of art
But a living entity in pain
Waiting for death in vain..

Submitted by Siddhartha Mohapatra