The Wordsmith

Poetry and Shorts by Brent Allen Bennett

Digging

Surrounded by negative vibrations
Unfortunate complications
These demons
Why can’t they leave me be?
Now I’m past the point
Of no return
There’s no getting back
To who I used to be

I’ve been looking through this mirror
I’ve been digging through this book
Of photographic memory
Searching for an answer as
To how I got to
Where I’ve come to be

Trying to find a way
Back through the looking glass
Trying to climb up and out
Of this rabbit hole

But I’ve come as far as I can
My feet are aching
My brain is tired
And my soul needs some sleep

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