Poem Corner

Dear Avid Reader,

In a second floor apartment there once lived a guy,
Who dreamed of islands and spiders in the sky
Watching the world from his window unfold in his eyes
And he hated all its walkers and all of their lies

At times he would scream "Why can't they take flight?
"Dare they make rules about spiders? What gives them the right?"
He falls to his chair, panting, cooling his jets
They cannot hear him but sometimes he forgets

For you see he was a young man, brave with fleet foot
And was quick to enter when a brawl was afoot
All of this was before the money arrived
Before our hero was lucky, he barley survived

For the young man was too bold and his temper too hot
Rage festered within him and his conscience was rot
A drunkard, a carouser, and man of ill sorts
Life was a game and he was a poor sport

He might of turned away from this life of repute
Until came the thief in a hat and grey suit
He bid wealth in exchange for the young man's skills
There was a fortune to be made if he could deliver the kills

Soon faces ran together and all became one
His guilt was a knot and then it untied into none
He fired his life out through death in a gun
Lips went to say stop but they became numb

But one bullet spoke out, spelled stop in blood wine
Young men become old when they sever their spine
Now he's a shell, wrath fused to a chair
Despising all the world from his tomb up the stairs

No longer he walks, his thoughts are his lies
Save for his dreams of islands and spidery skies

The Next Post Promises To Be Better,

James