Return of the King
I've been digging through my past
Like a miner digging for gold
But all I'm finding is coal
So I reset the path to my goal
To cleanse the depths of my soul
I bury myself in a pool of blood
Pouring it in until it floods
And I'm wiping away the mud
Of a thousand poetic duds
That dropped like bombs
Sifting through the words to keep calm
I'm a stoic soldier reading the psalms
And I can fabricate my own way
As I wake up to a new day
Knowing I had been led astray
By the very words in my own head
But I'll thread all these words together
As I seek to make myself better
I'll be as light as a feather
No longer chained by the debtor
And upon my head I'll wear the crown
As I march with confidence through this town
Drownin' nouns in the frowns of clowns
I'm ready to get down and get around
With my poetic verse being the only sound
As I've shed the shackles of the past
And as the spirits have massed for my verse
I've reversed the course of my curse
And turned a gift that had gone the worst
And transformed it into a savage thirst
As my words burst through the speech bubbles
I'll eradicate my past troubles
By salvaging my spoken word
Spurred to take flight like a golden bird
And on the strength of my wings
I'll proudly proclaim the return of the king
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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