April 21, 2021. New Orleans. Acrylic and graphite on gessoed canvas. Original available. Prints are available upon request. 8.5x11in.
February 11th, 2020. 12:04 PM.
You ring me out
Unable to sing
I have to get back
To me
My progress a backtrack
My back pack a hazmat
Formidable facts that
My path seems unclear.
Sinking down
Down
Down and in
Cloaked in sin
beginning again.
My finger nails in danger
They can’t bite back.
My nerves think it justice
For Anxiety attacks
If I wasn’t so lazy
Or scared of the pain
I’d sit her in silence
And you’d whisper my name.
But I can’t feel this magic
Strain in my veins
I pray for laughter
From deep in this drain.
Still, I can’t help but wonder
What’s out there for me
So I look and I see that One day I’ll be free.
Free from the bondage
free from the me.
A place in my mind
I put myself through
One day at a time
One day til I'm fine.
Movie of mind I have to rewind
revise and remind.
That the key to this cage
That locks from inside
a twist of the wrist or tilt of the head
Shifting perspective I made my own bed
turn it and go
Just leave it behind
One day til I'm free
One day til I die.
L. R. Bennett
