Tower of Art

June 14th, 2004

 

In the tower of memory the paintings fill

Some good, some bad, some even ill

One painting after another

Many of just a mother

 

Seventeen years of art

To fill the tower half torn apart

The paintings of love and desire

The paintings that will soon catch on fire

 

In the towers tops

Paintings with holes from pops

This tower so much more than mild

Yet owned by a child

 

In the tower of memory

the paintings just flee

Seventeen years of nothing but art

Left in a tower half torn apart

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I am the tower and the paintings are all of my memories. There are the good and the bad, and even the ones that would make you ill. This is me.

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