The Artist (Janitor's Lament)
The artist sweeps her brush
Across the tiles
All the while
She hums and smiles
But her songs
Of joy and elation
Soon turn into
Mourning lamentations
She has fallen
Into temptation
If only bleach
Could end her shameful ways
The way it purifies
Bathroom stains
She'd wash herself
Of all her regrets
And put on a coat
Of fresh gold paint
The artist sweeps her brush
Across the tiles
All the while
She wonders why her trials
Have turned her songs
Of joy and elation
Into tears
Of lamentation
If only bleach
Could end her shameful ways
The way it purifies
Bathroom stains
She'd wash herself
Of all her regrets
And put on a coat
Of fresh gold paint
The artist dips her brush
Into the paint
She mops the floors
And starts to feel faint
The buildings are quiet
As she sweeps
The silence screams
Till she finally leaves
If only bleach
Could end her shameful ways
The way it purifies
Bathroom stains
She'd wash herself
Of all her regrets
And put on a coat
Of fresh gold paint
Echoes from her soul
Resonate
Through soft strums
Of steal strings
Thoughts left unexpressed
Her feelings flood free
As she plucks
The strings
They sing of her troubles
She's afraid
To confide
Of her invisible tears
The guitar weeps
A lament is the song
Moon beams absent
New moon rising
She cannot hold onto her mind
It's lost in a hive of worries
She continues to play
Nonetheless
Carrying on with life
Like a song
Until the song
Ends in
Sudden silence
Across the tiles
All the while
She hums and smiles
But her songs
Of joy and elation
Soon turn into
Mourning lamentations
She has fallen
Into temptation
If only bleach
Could end her shameful ways
The way it purifies
Bathroom stains
She'd wash herself
Of all her regrets
And put on a coat
Of fresh gold paint
The artist sweeps her brush
Across the tiles
All the while
She wonders why her trials
Have turned her songs
Of joy and elation
Into tears
Of lamentation
If only bleach
Could end her shameful ways
The way it purifies
Bathroom stains
She'd wash herself
Of all her regrets
And put on a coat
Of fresh gold paint
The artist dips her brush
Into the paint
She mops the floors
And starts to feel faint
The buildings are quiet
As she sweeps
The silence screams
Till she finally leaves
If only bleach
Could end her shameful ways
The way it purifies
Bathroom stains
She'd wash herself
Of all her regrets
And put on a coat
Of fresh gold paint
Echoes from her soul
Resonate
Through soft strums
Of steal strings
Thoughts left unexpressed
Her feelings flood free
As she plucks
The strings
They sing of her troubles
She's afraid
To confide
Of her invisible tears
The guitar weeps
A lament is the song
Moon beams absent
New moon rising
She cannot hold onto her mind
It's lost in a hive of worries
She continues to play
Nonetheless
Carrying on with life
Like a song
Until the song
Ends in
Sudden silence
Credits
Writer(s): Abigail Craven
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