Lost

He found himself lost in his own ocean of sentiments,
he tried to convey a logical feeling of his posture,
yet with every second thought there came a feeling of self-loathing,
with every brush on the canvas
a river of tears would find its way out from his eyes,
with every coulour his heart would suffer the loss of his damsel
and with every attempt of portraying her subliming beauty,
he would sink deeply down into a void of discontent and sorrow.
Nymphs would not be a match of her beauty,
and godesses would envy her consitution.
He tried to alleviate his sorrow amid tears and grief,
he tried to recover her godess by painting her,
portray her uniqueness on canvas,
yet he will not be able to bring her back to the nothingness that his life has become.
He is lost within a whirl of melancholy,
that invaded his heart and mind for she is no more,
and the distinctness of his own life,
gave way to perverse feelings of sadness and grief which
with no hesitation, overflooded his whole being into a sea of bitter tears...

RQ
Moscow
25/5/10
7:00 pm