PAINTED PICTURES
The picture paints a thousand fragments born of pain and seeing soul.
For all the love poured out of God is given freely,shunned,returned.
Hatred’s blood emblazoned heart,fallen,shattered,broken glass.
To sense a story yet untold as pieces,visions,pictures hold.
The solid physicality,wrapped up freedom,trapped inside.
Shackles tightened gripping soul,breathing a nothing empty hole.
Blood flows through the bodies world,a mind complexity enfold,
for nothing we can say or do will show the truest picture whole.

