THE PANGS OF AN ARTIST

Thoughts speeding by within the convoluted organ
None waiting to be seized,
Creates an obscurity
And hence cannot be perceived.

Emotions flow constantly,
Diffused feelings haunt the core,
Creating a confusion
And bewildering the soul.

But dreams enthuse the mind
And urges it to imagine,
Hope inspires the thoughts
And helps enunciate the unseen.

And yet there is a powerful force
That encumbers the expression of art
And thus the artist is left sitting with a blank page
And the creation in his heart.