Being Painted Black

MEET A POET WHO PAINTS WITH WORDS

I feel like I am a parchment
That was colored in colors of gray.
I feel like I am a drop of ink
That is being wiped away.
I feel like I am being erased
From a pure and snow white canvas.
I feel like I am being redrawn
With charcoal, on a dark black surface
I feel like shades of black and blue
On a picture painted white.
I feel like the portrait of a withered tree,
On a bleak and dreary night.
I feel like a brush that’s been
stained and worthless
and can be used no more.
I know that when all is said and done
I am a poet with nothing to say
Whose words were scribbled down on
the paper of life.
All balled up and then thrown away