The easil is set,

My blank canvas ready to become the world

My brushes are displayed,

All I need is paint

I open the drawer,

Start sifting through

Blues, greens, reds

Every shade, every emotion

Is represented in this collection

The landscape I have in my head

Is ready to be brought to life,

I’ve selected my colors and brushes,

Now I give my heart to the canvas

I pick a brush and coat it with green,

But once it hits the canvas,

It has gone completely gray

Baffled, I experiment new colors

Each a deeper and darker gray

Than the last

And then the paint

Begins to run,

Bleeding down the board

Becoming unrecognizable

Faceless

It’s personality is

Drained