Blurred Subjects Of Artistic Sabotage

You'll see I've been obscured
by the smudge of tears
that never fell
to release me
of the entanglements
of an indecisive mind

Still marred
by a wet palm print;
a visibility shadowed
by an illustration
that never came to be

A painting destroyed
by the fist of a jaded artist

a poem deleted

a song wiped by intent

the intensity of frustration
directed at the source,
at the process

Reactive moments
to war with what can never be

wanting to be perfect
despite the impossibilities
of any such thing

applying that same treatment
to your own image and ways
until you finally have enough

the spell of personal destruction
is just that - a spell
waiting to be broken