i start shredding
at the seemingly superficial
surface

persistently attempting to
make penetration
defiantly probing, for a purpose

tirelessly tearing away at tattered edges
unsuccessfully, as it appears
in ridding it of the unfortunate

drilling at the disillusioned drifts
which, to the eye
seem disproportionate


as i
concentrate

beads of sweat
formulate

and
individually drip
from the tip
of my nose

focusing
at unfounded levels

the perspiration pools
as it settles

and
the subject's sentiment
is smeared, its evident
i suppose


my portrait
i've seemed to slaughter
i need to
get myself in order
as the paints
begin to blend
shall i
start all over again?
a couple of errors
noone will notice
exact some magic
hocus pocus
gripping the brush
with all my might
tears, welling up
them, i try to fight
for, completion is upcoming
i can taste the victory
i, a hopeless dreamer
i'd like to make history
if only for this one craft
to which, i've given my all
at many others i've come close
but short, they seem to fall
ahh but this one piece
is far beyond any amount of worth
this particular portrait
not unlike an immaculate conception, to which i gave birth
this one piece
holds a lot of emotional weight
and once i expose it to the world
to me, it will reveal my fate

so without further delay

the unveiling of my artistry

my coveted, prize possession

i've unmasked his heart, for me