The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
I mounted aiming dreams,
hoping in their ambitions.
I in earnest intentions being,
obtaining more than others believed.
I earned great honors in rewarding,
meriting them through efforts, I achieved.
I realise, sadden in learning,
honoring were worthless schemes.
I in a fog before awakening studied,
coming in a dramatic shock, aware.
I did faithfully these sacrifices then,
because, at that time, I did believed.
I was offered promoting:
denying those bad welcoming doors.
I aimlessly in blindness, being trapped,
compromising righteous equation.
I to be found in evil partaking,
non-sharing to others to be mean.
I found standards in searching:
I would not feed, the Beast that roars.
I in views was here to serve:
to them, in perceptions, I was poor.
I in held views needing,
lacking, a to be: a higher gleam.
I, without them, went venturing,
walking life's rough rigid course.
I, a trial I had to go, in pondering,
walking timidly, down lonely alleys.
I went to schools giving, earning,
coming to opinions of facts.
I learnt of a universe evolving,
lacking about its existence, I a lot.
I a fool, a single cell amoeba:
confused and must be taught.
I in steel, hard laborer, working,
living life's struggles, touching ends.
I was humbled by low living,
dwelling beliefs as a common dude.
I inside thoughts knowing,
assured, if I maintained, I would die.
I instead stood tall peering,
watching upon shoulders of giants.
I was tiny among my brethren, I stayed:
who thought, themselves tall.
I crossed the blue lit above, reaching,
wiping my hands against its sky.
I into small holes in fear running,
fleeing in scuffles, as a rat.
I stuttered until my tongue bleed,
gritting times, hard upon my teeth.
I in silent wilderness lost walking,
visiting distance lives, a man.
I heard past ancestor's anger ragings,
demandings in thunder, unheard.
I into hell bottomless pit cried,
filled with tears of despairs.
I found within its walls screaming:
searching lost souls, trapped inside.
I crossed hell's river current wavings,
terminating its endless lies.
I came out, without anyone beholding,
dragging sack of truths, so wise.
I to end in full circle all endurings,
thinkings in journeys tried.
I, no more about myself, knowing:
nothing more than, I.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
I'm still laughing inside that star into the darkness The fun side I mounted, I went, I stood, I laughed, I walked, I heard, I cried, I crossed and I come
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