The Portrait

Loneliness is a mindset

The painter's brush
drifts over his
self-portrait

In the space of time
he is uplifted
then brought back down again

What an ongoing cycle
He thinks of his life
and he wants it to be different

To paint a different portrait
Is all he asks
In his humble seat

It cannot take much
longer than this
to tell the time
on those sturdy hands
upon the clock
ticking away the days

away his manner
away his spirit

Will there be much left
to share with another?

A little fickle of the paint brush
He let's no paint upon it's bristles...

Author's Note

Just a poem I wrote a few months ago...

Reviews

[JENY]

Wow…wow…wow..
Brien….
I have no words to appreciate your brain….
Its really fantastic lol…
Very philosophical…..
It is a different theme…..
Liked it soooooooo….much…..