Monday, November 25, 2013

The Artist Man

 There is a Artist man who lives close to me.

We used to draw together underneath the trees.

We would talk together and make each other smile.

I have know this man for a long while.

But there is something about him that is taking a toll.

Monsters are inside of him , eating his soul.

He is my friend though, sometimes people ask me why.

It is because I see myself in him, though when his monsters come out ,
 sometimes I cry.

For years my friend, I have prayed for you.

There is nothing else I can do.

But my friend, I keep telling myself that God must love you at least as much as I do.

I love you Artist man......but I hate your monsters.

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