"The Broken Poet"
"The Broken Poet"
As I was stumbling in that dark cramp room, scratching and stretching
out my arms for someone to save me…as I stammered broken words
as the weight of his adult body lay upon my back, crushing my little bones.
My endless muttered cries of pain went unanswered, as I began to realize
that there was no one that could save me. Years later I would still suffer, as
I drank myself silly from my constant drinking. As I lied wasted trying to forget
all my childhood fears and frustrations. Bitter at the world and those who had
brought me here to this place of damnation! Words that I would tried to utter of my
mouth, they somehow manage never to come out. There I was a grown man
that was still trapped inside the nightmares of a scared little boy that never seem
to stop dreaming. Words that I long to speak, but they never seem to come out
of my mouth, but somehow I would still manage to scribble down on paper from day
to day. Some of them... I would keep in a secrete place in my head and I
would only recite to God from time to time if he would request it. One day as I lay
stricken from a sickness from all my constant drinking in a hospital bed, it was
then that Angel appeared beside my bed and he asked me if I would recite
some of my work… I then began to do some of those poems from off the top
of my head. I thought that I was speaking only to God and the Angel that day.
It was then that I had realized that other people had been listening as they
stood around my bed. As those words continued to flow from out of my
mouth, it was then that I knew for the first time that those chains had been
broken and that the broken words of a Child Poet where no longer broken.
Copyright © Jay Anderson-Taylor