Trubble

Trubble

When I was young and hedonistic
An inner city crime statistic
A voting youth gone awry
The rotting apple of my mother's eye
I gained a gift of utter horror
The gift of seeing past tomorrow
Now my path through life is vexed
Because now I know what will happen next
I know that you will keep on reading
Listening, touching, killing, breeding
Where is all this strange talk leading?
It's you mankind, you're utter trouble
Trapped inside my poetic bubble
I am your conscience, nightmares and dreams
That's all you are in whole it seems
I've seen the God
But you'll never know him
Because now I've trapped you
In my poem

By Jeremy J.B. Hughes.