A detainee to the imaginary penitentiaries
by Wilson Tinotenda Waison
With the unleashed zeal to breakaway
This is my providence, warped indeed
And renounced.chromatics flares
All the tinctures to shed the portal*
A portray of misperception in my mind
Blues, reds, grey like in isolation
To reveal the concealed element so complex
Ineptitude being my adversary
An obstacle to this endeavor.
A conclusion reached, tis a manifesto
To the weak minds, daring for the goal
To flee from the fancies, awake
Thru precious yonder mos. It is merely
The artistry of being an artist.