Alexander Coppedge

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

The Thought Of I - Poem by Alexander Coppedge

I'm blessed within my given means, our society's honors having evil deems, vision to see man malice in schemes.

A victim in panic run from sight of killer, targeted I by authority hunter, their said right as a destroyer for me.

I cut from Order persistent down of said be, a path in resistant paid, alone I walk no aid its cage rigid course.

In spirit I to cross vast void for answers, a toss ransom from those in skies, my fist tapping at boss mansions.

Vermin flee death into holes running in gasps, Order my exterminators as wasps, I in dark cave nested as an asp.

Target is end hell wanting to escape pit, defying hell's river hot heat hits, ending lies as I bit going from forth.

Out of fire understanding by my endurance to know, I having seen to had flow, full circle had by me: it to show.

Other than stated I about things, by tasks in honesty to be slated, views related as to be -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

We have trials we have to encounter in life, change in situation with events to alter place position, us with its flip new terms to come for consideration. Choices we have to view and us to take in our life path course, as we grow and become blossomed in its overall existence. But know, no matter what choice that's made by us, we hold those acclaimed factors bottom line to all things we do and say.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, June 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 18, 2017

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