Blue fell slowly on the last canvas
like a desperate dark night...

As bright lights went off, waiting for a wild...
that takes nonreturnable parts of my heavy mind...

Were you near rebirth?
To dive in pure water...

On the edges of a crumbling cloud,
lost I stood...

I am stripped from each
inch of sanity, tripping from...

Colors consume my
gardens and fields of being...

For the final time I will steal
one last sip of your bitter cup...

I sit here in lament, my heart
burns faster than oil on fire...

From the sieges around me
from the dust that's choking me...

I'm fading into a color that holds no symbol,
when You-a figurative artist look for signs...

Kill me in a poem you inspire,
let me write you in my pen...

Britts' contest...