Plight of an Artist

The plight of an artist

bleeds stripes of passion.

Across the back of a scarred soul–

where self-medication takes its guilt-ridden toll–

the mortality of an artist curves

like a beam of light

at the edge of a black hole

bending reality

with hungry arms

and a thirsty tongue

that suckles deep

at the breast of immortality’s song.

The plight of an artist

pursues Eden with limp imperfection.

Rusted chains tethered to a warrior’s soul–

where self-justification takes its prideful toll–

feels like electric wires exposed.

Emotions on a blank canvas plastered.

Creativity like an onion peeled and mastered.

By divine motivation

an angelic chorus draws inspiration:

“A Poet from the womb

A Psychologist at birth

A Theologian’s empty tomb

Redeems an Artist’s earth.”


Chester Delagneau

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