poet Michael Fischer

Michael Fischer

Born With A Silver Spoon In My Mouth (Now I Have Argyria)

I was born without choice;
I couldn't speak...I had no voice.
The only thing I had
was a heart tainted black,
fixed to a time bomb,
held hostage by my God!

I'm beneath dad's tree limbs;
I couldn't move...mine weren't in.
Mom, pass down the follies
of my past ancestors.
I was doomed from the start;
Thrown in your womb, without heart!

Imprisoned in your strands;
Dissected by your hands.
A case of writer's block,
my body's numb with shock;
Although I cannot write,
my story is complete!

Poem Submitted: Monday, July 7, 2008
Poem Edited: Monday, September 29, 2008

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