The Tortured Artist

Long, sleepless night, Hidden behind a thousand locks Alone, face to face with his thoughtsThat he struggles to fight;

The blank canvas- hollow reflection Of his longing, craving soul,Two finger snaps and he's already out of control,Desperately seeking redemption;

Shaking hands, burning mind,Doomed hopes mixed with ardent desire,He lets his fears ignite the fire Clinging to this feeling- so unholy, so divine;

There he stands, breathless, in awe,Consumed by a love so powerful and raw,Looking at his most delicate creation,Fervently whispering:Her. Her. Her...

***I've just finished watching "Wednesday" and, hopefully, Mr. Percy Haynes White aka Xavier Thorpe gave me some inspiration to write this little poem.