Bare

I long for the nakedness feeling of art

And when all seems lost, it’s all I have to cling to

I have to do this otherwise I can’t go on with my many more important things.

Emotions must be cast aside so I can do things properly.

And this is the only net I have to capture the feelings of frustration and fear that constantly escape.

Once again they’ve stopped me and held me down.

I have to start the important things anew.

But in the end, whether I survive isn’t what matters.

I won’t.

Simply.

But many fine people are consumed.

All I ask, is that this bareness be seen and held.

For if it is not-

Things really are all for not.