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Boy Poet

(Thomas Chatterton ... 17 years of Eternity)



what am i -

here in the arms of  rejection

with the nameless and the shameless

- the poor souls who slept

sodded by the sun

with night's veil of survival  



what am i -

slave to the freezing opium of poetry

my lone companion of illusion

shivering this cold passion

this blotted blanket of blackness



what am i -

reaching  for the Heart's warmth

but finding no fingers

to grasp  feeling's freedom



what am i -

having no eyes for  tears i cry

neither lips to be curved

by lamentation



what am i -

minstrel to  the haunted and the fatherless

but with no tongue to tremble

the call of my  inherited incarnation



what am i -

the murderer of my father's son

with no condolence for the death

brought on by own dementia



what am i -

a soul dying without its body?

no:  a soul

indemnified

by Love



myra