What Happened to Poe? A day spent in anguish in restless condition Thoughts running sideways in useless fruition Again the mind crumbles under the pressure While thunderclouds rumble in storms latest refresher No, I cant understand the source of this pain Another day trying to drive me insane I risk no more bundles on ill-gotten knowledge Perhaps I should have spent my money on college The raising of children has offered recourse I must say, Im not feeling complete remorse The world does not offer encouraging views Still I am laughing at the scope of my muse Too many times I have sat down to write Only to be crippled by imagining my flight I cross into consciousness somewhere above And crash to the ground while seeking more love Who would have thought that a soul could seek pity Or sanctuary in a bright golden city Dont care about money, it only haunts you The persistence of creditors constantly taunts you You wanted the knowledge of what happened to Poe They thought he had rabies, didnt you know On his way to Philadelphia from Washington, DC He stopped off in Baltimore, the facts all agree There he is buried, was that his wish? A tortured soul, his heart in a dish Why was he beaten and left in the gutter? What final words could he possibly utter? It is said he said, Lord help my poor soul. It would show a bit more control Than his death was reported to have collected For the facts leaves one feeling dejected Perhaps it was fair Virginias loss That took him to that fatal cross It would seem he had nothing left Life had made him most bereft Perhaps the world shall never know The fate of one so dark as Poe We may be better off that way One wonders what his ghost might say As harshly as he was criticized It can only be surmised That those who stood the most to gain Capitalized upon his final pain
Posted on: Sat, 19 Jul 2014 17:56:37 +0000
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