Trapped Artist
Ever waking moment was a horror.
Self doubts, insecurities tortures and torments my soul.
It tears me apart as a part of me longs to be free…….
With my easel and canvas to paint the world.Another part of me begs to feed the body rather the soul.
Countless nights tossing and turning
Fighting the war from within……
One with no half time or pit stops…….
Endless screaming as reality slices me apart.Jericho
Its alright, hush hush. You will be a a great artist in time to come.
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- 3.9.08 / 7am
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