The Greatest

Was this pain and torment and torture

Giving me the supplies I needed 

To craft my own sistine chapel

Did you leaving

Cause my hands to grow brushes

Sweeping them across a blank canvas

Muddled by the drops of my blood

My eyes forming tears that are red and red alone

Did the pain you left me with

Become my strongest tool

To become nothing but


the greatest.



Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741