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Plaster Portrait

Portray me only of what I am

Don�t betray this crumbling canvas

Paint me only in red white and black

To polish this perfect picture of sadness

Keep the background wrinkled but bland

And the sky dark with a mixture of coal and blood

Don�t be afraid to get some on your hands

It won�t stain, but drip longingly off

And back onto the vacant spaces in the painting

But be sure to keep the outlines thick where the burgundy sun doesn�t hit

Keep the shadows light as if a spill of bleaching liquid had stained it

Make the concrete like rails a light grey where It sits upon

And keep it framed so the tall towers fit

Be light with the soft bristled brush

But be generous with the time it takes to process it

Think thoroughly about the angles

Place every finishing touch as if it were crucial

Find the light it looks more serene in

Draw the panels on the door frame

Keep the image deep within

Of the roof, that�s half collapsed

So Portray me Only of what I am

My heart from home inside that shack

Totally surrounded, by stupidly utilised land

Broken and abandoned

But somehow deep down its still the same

So pin that painted portrait on the Plaster door

The picture that will change, after its been painted

For now its a mirror image of something well worn

Not a house, no longer my home, but a broken down building

But what rubble is now gone

Brings the decision a new beginning

To change my outlook from traumers to long cherished memories

Here I place the new doorhandle

The old one rusty and worn down like me

But this Plaster Portrait you painted

Is the start to a new begginning

The end of what is haunting me

And a new chapter to be written