They Are Measured By Their Future

In the inflow of life’s affairs
fills the heart, a breakable container
overtime the heart slowly fills
exploding if there is no drainer

The medium is the trough 
in which the emotions are channeled
ensuring emotional equilibrium 
that the heart may not be dismantled

There are those no longer in this world
art chose they to express their notions
they filled their blank canvases
with the hues of their emotions

Reaching out to those around them 
unnoticed, their medium went 
the troubles of their heart
unable to circumvent

The emotional flood rising
through the chambers of the heart
within, built up the pressure
ripping the interior apart

The walls began to crack
emotions stressing the beams
the structure began collapsing
emotions bursting at the seams

the collapse from prolonged pressure
left the rubble from a beautiful interior
adorned with priceless treasures
their contemporaries missed for the exterior

We have now removed the rubble
uncovering the world's pleasure
for not by the present but by the future
do their worth take measure

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

An undeniably perceptive perspective, Stephen.
Excellent work!

[Stephen]

Thanks! I appreciate you taking the time to read it a appraise it.