I started this painting with something else in mind. Sometimes the paint takes me on a journey and I have to go where it leads me. The paint led me to here. Sometimes when I paint, the painting moves me emotionally and I have to put my thoughts into words. This is one of those paintings. Here is the poem:
No One Comes
By Sallie L. Wysocki
No one comes to visit anymore. Everyone busy with
their lives. It's lonely here for me.
No one comes or calls.
Another day of sitting alone, waiting for time to pass.
I don't feel like leaving the house.
I'm afraid being here alone. The nights are so long.
Memories of family sometimes ease the pain.
I wish some one would care.
It's getting dark outside, Still no one comes.
I'm hungry but food doesn't taste good when you eat by yourself.
I look in the mirror. I don't like what I see.
I look so old and tired.
Too much grey hair and too many wrinkles.
Is that why no one comes?
It's getting late. Time for bed.
Another night of restless sleep. I cry sometimes.
I miss the hugs and kisses. No one to say
I love you. Have I been forgotten?
The night passes so slowly. Will I die in my sleep?
Will anyone care?
This is my original work
Sallie Wysocki Art