Abstract Inspirational Others
As I variegated the lazuline sky with a rainbow
And painted the greens of the lush plantations
I watched you, my better creations, joke and laugh
While you were washing the colours off my canvas.
Your ideas have become the grunge, which
Now smiles all over my crimsons and blues.
Oh, for whom did I paint this earth, child?
Why did I induce the fire of reason in you?
Can my tears ever absolve your sins, or
Cleanse my anguish off my ripped flesh?
Say who is if you aren’t my own child?
Oh, I don’t want you to crown me a halo of lies,
But sit and weep a little with me tonight, will you?