The Memento Box
Fragments of life
pieced themselves up within a space
waiting for the opening
towards a future
that is known
and yet
diminishing slowly
along with the time of
pain and sorrow
The dance behind the hidden mask
tears could drift into insanity of the lunatic wind
No one will care about your past
No one will think about your present
No one will worry about your future
Everyone is on their own now
My memory of life and death
is sealed up in a space
that none shall enter
ever again
Requiescat in pace
Manipulated Background from fractal arts, the rest are digitally painted from references and self-inspiration. This is supposed to be a work three months ago but I only managed to finish it by now because of my tight schedule in school.
the dance behind the hidden mask – what a way to paint the picture rikka.. Love your work.. PS: I am writing a love story series if you wish read them when you are free.. searching her.. in the streets of London
Someone is Special
Like the image you created to go with the poem…as always an impressive display of skill.