Richard W. Reith

THE PAINTING

Red drop of blood rolling down painters cheek,
Burning fire of lost love making him weak,
Passion on canvas, through tears he sees
Black/white, colorless loves tragedies.

Painting his heart in gloomy shadow;
Depicting misery in his very marrow,
Blacks showing agony of love’s betrayal,
White vows dripping down a blood stained veil.

Deep weariness make his brushstrokes slow;
Nagging ache in his soul, the crushing blow;
Painting his hopes and dreams, all in vain,
Portraying the embrace of untold pain.

His craft done, hues of black and white
Images of life he knew he lived right.
Abstract love seen through clouded eyes
He finally looked at loves truth –
and found it lies.