Today I painted a picture,
Blood red,
A lone figure,
Standing on the edge,
Crumbling rocks beneath her feet,
This crimson image,
Holds such resemblance of me,
As the brush strikes at the page,
Her lips are chapped with age,
Eyes of stone,
It’s in this picture,
I belong
Jade Baker
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-picture-2/
