Alexander Coppedge

Rookie - 403 Points (June 25,1954 / Warrenton, North Carolina)

The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I piled dreamed goals and self ambitions to targets had, personal efforts to view results; finally to see.

I tried to fair well in aims, image worthy by efforts than others views about me: its if about believed.

Years blessed in job roles advancements denoted, rated by given merits: I rose in life to be achieved.

Still confused about life reality see evil in man by deeds: our society's merits having evil schemes.

I strolled in day travels as night studies to know this hurt; entity awoken and reborn in myself: I aware!

Years trusted in lies worm to burrow -do sacrifices; blindly lead I always no doubt: me believing them.

Life not regained from time, promotes hasten my fears as I deny grants: I felt as bad opening doors.

Victim a target by govern authority, a deer in panic run from hunter: Order set right for me equation.

Heart has no evil against others, they want me non-caring for no reason: me please Order lower poor.

Within uncertainties in doubts I stumble, horror to fall on me found vision; I'll not feed evil Beast.

Man under hateful eyes serving Order seen to be different; him a dark evil demon: I below them.

On sight theorized lesser value, need of a measure which is lacked by me: I to Order higher skin gleam.

I cut from their persistent down of me course a path -made head way, a walk in set cage: I in its rigid tour.

Journey bathed in doubt trails; mind wonders to be had about things: I to walk down lonely dark alleys.

I remember aims in works earned by studies; views voiceless with held facts: life unspoken real things.

I continued work learnt universe does evolves: I a presence in its count: I lacked fact about change.

A sap to be tricked by self ignorant acceptance, tool serve Order interests: a child taught aims by them.

I had job in steel hard laborer but Order role to be enemy: I barely living life me meet bills ends.

Happy by poor life this displeased them, comforts had put Order angry; me in life as a common dude.

Inside emotions hides my misery about injustice, a clown's secret none knew, its given path: I'm to die.

I did the opposite turned death downfall curling its outcome: me watch Order on shoulders of giants.

I am with brethren whom thought as I in deceptions, with its taught awareness: beliefs us clever in reality.

I crossed in spirit void for answers, hands wiping its space highways; I wait on a reply: voice from sky.

Vermin to flee death into holes in fear running in gasps, Order after me as exterminator: I like a rat.

I was frightened by power and intimidated; stuttered from infected gums: teeth cut flesh grind on tongue.

Daily, I one dead assemble with others, ghoul seeking grave to rest others await at plots: them good men.

My ears hear ancestor's voices, their cries in storm outbursts demanding kids to repent: them unheard.

I tumbled from kindness fell into a hell's pit with joy gone, my soul ripped apart: tears of its despair.

Target is to end my hell I want to escape cavern, I'm not as decaying dead seen: souls I saw trapped inside.

For my escape to be done I to cross hell's river, ride in heat waves burning; me to end lies as I go forth.

Out hell's grip energy is drained, boy to stand seen by no one alive: I dragging sack of truths, so wise.

Final understanding given in my endurance to know, matter full circle endured in journeys had by: I tried.

By these tasks in honesty I know nothing else other than have stated about them; me no more than: I.

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Topic(s) of this poem: human nature

Form: Prose Poem


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Note. Chapter Project Endurance; Endeavors of Life: We all have our trials we have to encounter living life. Change in situation events to alter set place position, we having with flip new terms to come to consider, choices we to view to take in life path course; us as we grow in its existence. But, no matter what choice made by us; we hold the bottom line to all things acclaimed.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 19, 2016


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