Artist Lost
Inhibited by some learned fear
of failure and of loss
and protected by an outer shell
of feigned ignorance
is the original and true being
of an artist tossed about
in the confusion
of the realist world without
and within chained to walls of ambition
crossed and cracked and crumbled
and innocently marred
by the cruel subtleties
of a disharmonious few
Given to heavy leaning
on the shoulder of mislead
and just as readily absorbed
in hunger for assurance
prone to the misjudgments and
misgivings of this deed
some call advice
whose ax can swing and topple an ideal
like so much withered wood
uprooted by the greed
and ever prevalent opinions
of those who rich in spite
would wish on others
poverty of soul
and of venue
©2007 Charis Barks
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