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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