Harold Simmons Jr., AKA "BUBBA" Ex-Con Poem

Spirits seem to always be within distance

they hear when I weep and can sense the danger

around the corner when I am blind to it

what are their names?

I want to know so much about them.

Time after time, they rescue me from the steel jaws of death

even when his teeth are in the very mirror of my existence

why me?

Who am I to deserve such guardians after creating so much chaos

and living in so much deceit?

I have lived with that question

hanging from the cobwebs of my mind for so long

hardly even giving thank

I'm in so much fear of it because I never could grasp

an understanding of it

but today, I had no choice but to know they exist

and are at work carrying me through life

and loving me even when I'm hating myself.

Today I can no longer take it with a grain of salt.

today I want to know those spirits

so I can talk to them

embrace them

sing to them and give them thanks

so much thanks