The Great and Mighty Poe by Jacob Adams

“Poe hoped success there (in the military) would prompt Allen to make him his heir. But Poe’s sympathetic foster mother was now dead, and Allen was out of patience with his foster son…. he dashed Poe’s hopes for an inheritance.” –The Bedford Anthology of American Literature

Who am I?
I am Poe.
I have been robbed of my birthright
by a sinister foe.

I am Poe.
My claims to wealth tarnished
by a sinister foe.
My life remains unvarnished.

My claims to wealth tarnished
because of a sum of two-thousand.
My life remains unvarnished.
I cannot quell this desert sand.

Because of a sum of two-thousand,
I live under the roof of an aunt’s love.
I cannot quell this desert sand.
I met an angel from above.

I live under the roof of an aunt’s love,
a charity that demanded my success.
You soon met an angel from above,
let’s see what I am at my best.

A charity that demanded my success.
Poems flowed like liquor.
Let’s see what I am at my best.
Failures only amplify my stupor.

Poems used to flow like liquor.
I have been robbed of my birthright.
Failures only amplify my stupor.
Who am I?

I am that man over there,
Lying in the streets of Baltimore.

Author Biography

Jacob Adams has taken practically every writing class that PPCC offers, from Technical to Poetry. He enjoys telling stories whether that be through traditional means or poetry. With these two publications, he hopes that his stories can carry you for a little while and that you enjoy your ride.