I didn't realize there was a picture thread to choose from and found my own, rewrote a valid piece, but yea, feedback appreciated, it's the first actual thing I've wrote in a long time
Isolated inside a mind filled all the way beyond its border,
I'm encased in rubble from sturdily built walls, the floor stained, all but one corner.
What once was a sanctuary has became a death trap, anxious, buried,
breath raspy as I grasp at these past demons and face them squarely.
I can taste the rare stink, of an ego recently deflated.
Thought I'd braced the area with strong enough barriers,
but each broke, and took a piece of me away with it.
At least now I can see what stared me down with some clarity.
Released from beneath the hallowed ground I refused to allow my feet to foul,
I just needed to swallow my pride, follow the blinding light and silence this beast's growl.
Reeling from such deep solitude, if I would've just reached out to whoever I could touch,
I think, now, I might not have needed to scour through this dust.
'Cause if you must know, I was a coward in the rough,
a starving artist, being devoured by his brushstrokes.
No method to this madness, just obsession, and passion,
but that all came crashing to an end… every damned dream crushed whole in a fraction of a second.
Traveling back home from another packed full gallery,
pockets filled with false hope, I lost control of my handling.
Took both hands off the wheel and pressed my foot to the carpet,
closed my eyes to reality and decided to look into darkness.