Endless
Addiction
Who
can understand
This need to paint?
This endless addiction?
I
am drowning in paint.
Can a non-artist
Understand?
I
am not crazy.
I just need to paint.
When
I fall asleep
Exhausted,
Will I wake to find
Like the box of chocolates
I have dreamed
This excess also?
Or
will I look down at my hands
To find the tell tale paint spatters?