The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge
I piled my life dreamed goals, set my target towards true valued ambitions, see my efforts results; finally I come to a fact to see.
I tried to fair well in my works, an image worthy to obtain more by efforts than others views; their if held about me believed.
During years blessed in job roles, me in advancements denoted, honors rated by merits through efforts: I rosed to be achieved.
Confused about false reality, I see need in man by bad activities, I'm sadden: society's merits were death schemes.
A stroll in fog not to come out, travels day and night as I studied to know for them, I came to this hurt; reborn in self: I aware!
Years of trust in lies, a worm to burrow to cross my studies, -do sacrifices as one blind: I always without doubt believing them.
Life lost not to be regained from time, promotes recalls all hasten fear, I denying grants to myself: what I felt as bad opening doors.
A victim targeted by governing authority, I a deer in panic run from hunter set trap: righteous justice for me equation.
My heart smiles having no evil against others, they want me non-sharing mean for no reason: please them by lowering poor.
Confuse within my uncertainties held doubts, I stumble to do good, horror-ed fall found vision by drop; I'll not feed evil's Beast.
Man by hateful eyes him viewed insect captive to serve them, they see different, I'm seen to them as evil, a dark demon I below them.
On sight theorized as aspect of lesser life value, views needing them, a measure had it seems, I lack to them: higher gleam.
I cut from their persistent down of me, cut own path made head way my course, dark walk in set cage: I went its rigid road.
Tour bathed in uncertainties down endless doubt trails having no choice; mind wonder to be had: I walk lonely dark alleys.
I remember original works aims, endeavors in earned research; voiceless views their held facts: life unspoken real things.
Continued studies outside their watch learn universe evolves: I had a presence in its count: I lacked facts about that change.
A sap tricked by self ignorant acceptance, a tool to serve their interests me played as a one cell -amoeba, child told by them.
I had a job in steel they watch me work, hard laborer but no matter their enemy, struggled to live: I barely, to meet bills ends.
Happy! Pain on me, I'm pleased by poor man life displeased were them, securely comfortable put them angry; I as a common dude.
Inside emotions hides my misery about injustice, a clown's secret thought none knew, proof of my given path: I'm to die.
I did opposite to happen and turned death occurrence, curled its outcome to oppose it: watched them on shoulders of giants.
I stand with my brethren whom thought as I in my deceptions, its subjects taught awareness: them high and clever in real reality.
Crossed voids in spirit a search for answers, hands wipe against space depth highways; I wait a reply: voice from life fill sky.
Vermin to flee their death aims into holes escaping their grip clutch, me running in fears them as an exterminator: I like a rat.
A mouse frightened by power and intimidated; I stuttered from infected gums: teeth cut into flesh and grind on my tongue.
Daily I one dead assemble with others, a ghoul seeking grave to rest, others await at plots, them men just in life: being good men.
My ears hear loved ancestor's voices, them in storms outbursts, cries demand children to repent in thunder: unheard.
I long tumbled from kindness, fallen in hell pit with joy gone from me, soul ripped: tears only left see remains of its despairs.
My target is end my hell, escape from cavern, I was not dead as those seen on hell's walls: them viewed souls trapped inside.
For my escape to be done I had to cross hell's river, ride waves of flames burning me; my going ending lies as I ventured forth.
Out of hell's darkness grip held doubt, energy drained mentally torn, I to stand beheld by no one: I drag sack of truths, so wise.
Final understanding secured in my given thinking its endurance, end matter in a full circle; my self endured in journeys: I tried.
By done tasks in honesty, I know absolutely nothing else other in self to have said further than I have stated; me no more than: I.
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