Behind the Ink

We are the underestimated geniuses,

The artists of art unseen,

With wild eyes, and wandering hearts,

And thoughts so rich and deep.

We are canvases without paint,

Artists without need of sketchbooks;

We may paint in what seems black and white

Until given a deeper look.

We paint worlds in vibrant colors,

With layers of screaming undertones,

That lead the reader to a place within,

He'd otherwise had never known.

We are the words Da Vinci lacked;

We are Picasso with a pen,

Leaving our readers awestruck

When they reach the story's end,

Realizing all the colors seen before

Are now nowhere to be found,

And all that lies in front of them

Are words preserved and leather bound.

The greatest paintbrush is the mind,

My dear, despite what you may think,

And the greatest artists of them all,

My dear, are those that hide behind the ink.