Beautiful Art

Go ahead, put me to the tests; (with an s)
I have nothing but the firm grip, to hold on to your compassion

For when I bleed, I shall write beautiful art
and I’ll still call Your Name

And when the wounds have healed, I shall write beautiful art
and all the more I’ll call Thy Name

in heaven’s sake, afterall.




_bmvd ® poetry

inspired by:
“Late nights and early mornings when ink and the whiteness of your face are my company”