Poet

On my way to Chemistry

I was ambushed by a gang

of poems.

They roughed me up.

Blackened my eyes.

Made my lips

bleed.

One, in the distance,

always out of reach

to help or save,

seduced me

with promises.

I was on my way

to a life

of ease

when I was waylaid

by myself.

In the fray

I beat them all.

They did not lift me up.

I lifted up these poems.

I lifted up these poems.