#235 Its Not Beautiful

It's not beautiful he said regretfully

Don't get this guy wrong, he said it respectfully

But it was the tone of a man, who wished very strong

For a piece of insight that would prove his instinct wrong

But there it was, stark, plain, and true.

A piece of art his friend had worked on for six months through.

The friend had toiled, become nigh on a recluse

They'd made their soul a point of abuse

They'd clearly poured out the blood, their sweat, their heart

For what seemed a very unappealing piece of art.

In fact, it scares me he added with bravery

Knowing the friend had worked through slavery

Not getting funds, or money, or anything at all

Save for this monstrosity, stood 8 feet tall

It pained him, but he had to be honest

And slight lie the friend would detect and admonish

And he owed it to this friend of old

Who deserved to know, deserved to be told

This statue was scary, it would surely haunt many dreams

Followed by waking, to cold sweat and screams.

..

..

I know the friend said with a wry smile

Who had, after all, been working on it all the while

And, bizarrely, he seemed pleased with the man.

Scary is how I had it planned.

Art isn't always nice, but it hits home hard

Like the shocking prediction of a tarot card

I've poured out all the things in life I find petrifying

And now - don't you feel alive? Isn't it electrifying?

For months I have toiled, and now it's done

This art changes you, makes you become someone

He was right, though the man wished desperately the reverse

This friend had found art in the utterly perverse

He nodded in agreement, and wished his friend well

Trying to ignore the art formed in hell

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