An empty canvas

I met a woman

She was a

Blank

Canvass

Each time we

Met

I

Painted

The strokes

Became

My

Hopes

I painted

Myself

At

My best

We grew

Closer

The canvass

Filling

I

Saw the

Future

It was good

I was a

Leader

Celebrity

Man

Then one day

She left it outside

I was

Outside

A

Storm

Was

Brewing

The paint

Began

To

Run

She ran

Away

From

Me

I watched her

Leave

From my

Perch

My beautiful painting

Disappearing

Melting

Diminishing

I

Tried

To

Purify

My

Inside

With

Alcohol

My

Outside

With

The burning Sun

A few months later

The canvas was

Empty

Again

This time

I painted

A forest

Without me

It was dense

It was disturbing

Where did I

Fit in

I’m alone

With

My

Paints

The

Canvas

Was again

Filled

Then

I

Saw

Myself

I had painted

Myself

Into a

Corner