Welcome to my World

Welcome to my World

A Poem by Richard Dotson, Jr.

Sometimes I feel so damn empty inside.
Hollow like the tree behind which I hide.
No organs, no brains but I manage to stay alive.
I felt like I’ve been stung by the residents of an angry beehive.
There’s no way to describe the way I feel.
Tossed away like a banana peel.
This all happened because I gave my full but not undivided attention.
Screwed like a hard worker twisted out of his pension.
I feel like Los Angeles when their football team moved to be and Oakland Raider.
Dumbfounded like Skywalker realizing he’s the son of Vader.
I feel shocked like a tagger grinding third rails.
Wrinkle free while you iron out your problems in jails.
Vicious tongue, sharp like an iron sword forged by the flames of hell.
Legacy long as a mile, now it’s mine to tell.
Compassionate like a hero with the cruelty of a villain.
Full of anger and hellfire, iced out like water chillen.
Evil like the fallen angel, holy like John 3:16.
Harmless like a starter’s pistol with the flesh rippin’ power of an M-16.
No heart, but I still pump blood through my veins.
Wild and untamed, easily controlled with the possessions of my reins.

© 2008 Richard Dotson, Jr.


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

138 Views
Added on February 6, 2008

Author

Richard Dotson, Jr.
Richard Dotson, Jr.

Bridgeport, CT



About
Welcome to my table in the cafe......pull up a chair and lets hear the spoken word. more..

Writing