The tortured artist.
I am not in the best of headspaces at the moment. But I still have something to share today. It is a poem called The Tortured Artist, and it goes like this:
The Tortured Artist
Hunched over
Like a tone-deaf Quasimodo
The artist gets to work
His work is easy
His work is straightforward
His work doesn’t feel like work
He doesn’t work out
But his creativity takes a hammering daily
He is tortured
If that isn’t too strong a word
He is hopeless
If that isn’t too desperate a word
The tortured artist is a slave to the screen
He misses the page
The page is calling
Maybe he won’t be so sore
As the pen becomes mightier than the sword
I hope you have a lovely weekend. I don’t think I will write a blog on Monday because I am going to a gig. Thank you for reading. Keep your head up. Thank you for your time.
