Canvas of My Heart
by Sylvia Leigh
Days, unnumbered, seem so grey.
Nights are painted blue.
The canvas of my life displays
Such loneliness for you.
Wasted strokes and countless shadows
Splash across my heart,
Like a careless artist mixing paint
For an abstract work of art.
No patterns of brilliance or beauty, fair,
No lustrous shades of youth...
But only a color which I have named
"Clashing, Inescapable Truth".