poem

Painted Cross

My mind has been stolen
and placed on the table
For all to devour and feast upon.
Picked apart, and chewed
with an arduous greed;
savagely searching
for a taste of satisfaction.
Eventually my mind will be floating
aimlessly in their swollen bellies.
Forgotten.
My thoughts,ideas and passions
rotten on their tongues,
leftovers from months before...
The Painted cross carried by all artists...

Shamie E Cuthbert

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