The talentless souls

Hands bleed onto the canvas

Crimson hues fuse

With the blues

And the greens

A travesty for a masterpiece

Oh, how they yearn to create

How they desire to hold water

The talentless souls

Flesh to ash

Tears on the typewriter

Breath shallow and hitched

Whiskey stinging their throat

Cigarettes staining their teeth

Tears streaking their face

Pages tainted

With sententious rhetoric

The talentless souls

The tormented souls

They reach for the needle

Fever into felicity

Blistered fingers on the guitar

Distorted melodies and tears of blood

For the talentless souls

Creation is but an unachievable goal

Cover image by Madalyn Cox on Unsplash