If drawings came to me as easy by Felixk, literature
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If drawings came to me as easy
If drawings came to me as easy as I draw my breath
than perhaps an artist I would be.
And every line that flows from my hand would be as the heart beats;
shown for all to see.
No picture nor sketch could suffice for me
nor vanquish my unyielding hunger for recognition
to be one amongst a hundred;
a glimmering jewel on the bottom of the sea.
I waste away the hours of my days
where daylight fades away
and my pencil grows dull with each stroke it makes
as my hand in clawed grasp, it aches.
Futile efforts they may be
but you'll all see
that one day I will create the scene of masterful artistry.
Perhaps not today, nor tommorow or n