• This lone piece of art has an empty space,
    It has been hanging on the wall for days,
    Just a jigsaw piece falling into place,
    Diving deeper in a creative maze.
    The King of my Castle is slightly blind,
    The picture, he says, is pretty darn good,
    But no, he never seems to take the time,
    To examine it in the way he should.
    My painting skills are not really to taste,
    No colour seems to fill in the blank hole,
    It makes me sad to see it go to waste,
    Forgotten in time on the whitewashed wall.

    In a few months the time will come to replace it,
    And a new form of art with lie where it used to sit.