As I gaze at the painting in the gallery 

people walk away  

with a look of disgust in their eyes

Yet all I can see is beauty

The dark colors

Browns, Blacks, Greys

Blending together to create a dystopian scene

The dark sky connecting to make a seamless line with the ground

The horizon is just out of reach

An Empty landscape

Then there’s the bright red 

Covering the ground in its substance

 Blood? Water?

You can never tell what it is

The foreground is where the true beauty lies

A big long tree missing its leaves

The branches bent sideways

As if a strong wind was trying to rip the tree from the ground

The bright red substance is dripping from the branches 

spills onto the desert ground

In the eyes of society and everyone around

I should be disturbed 

Scared

By the emptiness of our world 

Yet I don’t 

I feel a sense of intuitiveness

Calm in the unknown