I hope you see it how I do
and if you don’t I don’t blame you.
I see the scene and apologize for the mess
but my heart says this is best.
I never knew this is how it ends
but please see the art in my actions.
I see the red as it paints the floor,
I see it as the life fades and the pain goes away.
I see the red ink as it expresses me,
telling you that my strength could no longer carry on with painted smiles.
I see it all
and I hope you see it how I do
but if you don’t I don’t blame you.
Excerpt from Chapter 3: A Gentleman Never Tells of “African Gentleman” by Jade Novelist