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Artistic Tragedy

Marisol Lozano
Poetry
Pg.1

It's a shame
A tragedy really
An Artist's state
An Artist
The one who sees
beyond the seven seas
The one who distinguishes between rationality and irrationality
but only to conflict themselves with the gravitational pull of emotion vs presence.
The goal is preservation
Against the odds who hold you back
Against time who seems to strike
And how?
By captivating an emotion unknown to the naked eye
At the same time criticized harshly by others who are pin pointing technicalities
It's a shame
A tragedy really
An Artist
The one who sees 
beyond the seven seas
And wants nothing more but to please
And ease the ache from society's burden
While it is encouraged to think outside the box
This practically is forbidden
It's just an expression whose only job is to mock
And play with your mind
Until you do mind
And question the point
From the start to the end point
When all of those miles
traveled seem to accumulate
just a little to late
It's a shame
A tragedy really
An Artist's state
The one who sees
beyond the seven seas
The one who can see
what others neglect to do so.



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