Poem Hunter
JPC (09/12/1959 / Macon, Georgia)


I remember thinking
I had talent and could write

'Twas during spring and summer
that my mania took flight

Now it doesn't matter what
I can and cannot do

It did not matter then
I only thought that it was true

When God planted the demon seed
deep within my mother

He decided I would have some talent
but that I'd mainly suffer

Now that my collision course is
at its final stop

I am
at the bottom
looking for the top

I silently
flail and kick
drowning in cold water

I am meeker
than a lamb
being led to slaughter

As my lungs fill to the brim
and my throat is slit

The 'artistry'
God gave me
Seems to matter
not a bit...

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