Painting from Life

I slap bright angry red strokes across the empty canvas.

I add some orange touches because I'm right,

And some black streaks because I fear I'm wrong.

And the fire threatens to consume me.

So I pour on pinkness and bathe it in blueness,

Trying to put out the fire. It works,

But the colors blend, their edges lost,

Until all I'm left with is a color I cannot name,

That is me.