Wintertime Blues (standard:poetry, 111 words)
Author: Reid Laurence	Added: Mar 01 2010	Views/Reads: 2761/0	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A poem about an artist who paints to try to remain happy but can't quite make it happen.

I can paint the day away 

But all these colors tend to grey 

I cannot rule my sun to shine 

But rule it does; on me, on mine 

I only wish that charge I had 

Of my time here 

Through err and then 

I wake again 

To find I had 

But never knew the paint was mad 

I never knew, the paint was mad 

I never knew you anyone 

And least I knew myself as one 

And tried to beat the starting gun 

And wish it were that otherwise 

I knew I lived but must surmise 

I know but one 

Does not deny 

She knows my end 

And does not lie 


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