If I put my pen to paper with no words to say,
And end up scribbling out a Masterpiece; is it still Great?
What Weight does Inspiration take against a song that plays,
When starving artists innovate the pain that Life Creates?
You call it Fate and hate the starlet when she finally makes it,
With no conception of the state that she creates to face it!
We take our ache and correlate it to the latest basis,
Of information that relates it to the greatest cases,
Of individual’s experience; through our depiction,
The world at large can feel the pain we do through our descriptions!
But it ain’t always pain that we proclaim with our ascription,
Of our emotion to our art, it’s almost my addiction!
To take what breaks me and embrace it through the way I phrase it,
That’s what sustains me when Life’s crazy, and I can’t maintain it!
I make my shame the basis of my narration’s basics,
And I explain it in a way you taste but can’t escape it!
By: Christopher Louis Reid