Among the Wedges
Artistic minds are
troubled zones of jagged edges
Where peace is hard to
find among the wedges
Constantly searching for
harmony in a world of acrimony
Always out of step with
time, constantly trying to be in line
Thoughts of insanity are
the prone pulses
Depression to euphoria and
back again are the impulses
The creation good or not
is a passing dismissed thought
Real life intrudes and
must be obeyed and paid
Urge to move from abstract
to concrete is creation
Arises at any time and
sleep deprivation is a companion
Uncomfortable is the day
‘cause the night is artistic delight
Question of why is the
rhetorical thought
Express self and get it
out in verse or song or story
That inward pressure of
create is the foundation of glory
Art for its own sake and
the artist for their sanity
Looking at the world through a prism different
to most humanity
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