#beardedmusing

my-fickle-muse

Once again, congratulations to Jared Orlando! Yours, C.M. Ledin

Looking out from within, pointed frames. Reading  faces for a living. Completely still. Created to capture love, beauty in very stroke of his brush, I'm caught living while pretending to be dead, just like him. Some eyes trying to seek detail, unleashing the truths hidden inside the crescent moon or the windy sky. While others finding themselves in  the stars and their light.  I stand alone with lips sealed and  hands tied, with every answer they seek. I cannot speak.  I heard her scream once, under dimmed lights. Trying to let out what she held inside, but no one heard her. Her pain, gone to waste and she lay still, hanging on a god forsaken wall.  I wonder when I will break, will I ever have an end or will I always be held with nails in my back. I am tired of pretending, facelessly standing. Taking in whatever they leave in front of me, while showing them nothing in return.  * Prompt - A poem from the viewpoint of a piece of art hanging on the wall looking out at the world while forced to be stationary.