by Viken Lexerande Slasl

Created on: February 19, 2007   Last Updated: May 14, 2007

Brushes and paint droplets,
Scattered on the floor,
A beaten man, face in hands,
Bent low before the score,
Facing, finally, facts
Cold as ice
The harsh reality,
Of a world of vice,
Proof of defeat in
The canvas, torn,
In the sneering faces,
In the voiced scorn.

But he lifts his head,
One more try,
One more go
And then he'll die,
He raises his arm,
Puts brush to can,
And with a few quick strokes,
Paints a man
With head in hands,
Looking beat,
But smiling to himself,
And at victory, from defeat

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