Brushwork

Bitter brush strokes
Angry mind
Painting all
I'm scared to find

A canvas strewn
With piece of soul
To translate all
I can't control

Sunny days
And fading flowers
Sinking sun
I'm losing hours

Everything
Inside this world
A simple setting
Colours swirled

Such power
From the tip of brush
The slight of hand
A mental rush

Setting free
What words can't say
Pictures of
My minds decay