He had gone on sprees, an outsider knocked to his knees.
He’s been blown away, but reserves judgment
in part so as not to be judged. And it’s no use.
It had been written on the wall; a window to his psyche,
an intimate glimpse to his fearsome body of work.
If he must be colored, paint him: Survivor!
© Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik 2013
Written for THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #99
My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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