Go on then, read me twice
I have thrice the time to suffice
Such an act of analysis,
After all I am a poem!
I render unto the unknown,
Or at least I would,
If my damn scribe could
Capture a unique thought for once in His...
I'm just a poem! Leave me alone!
Your criticism is with Him,
And all His unwritten tomes.
Blame Him for His lack of view,
Tormenting me in pursuit of a clue.
I'm just one of many victims He boasts
In His effortless journey of repose.
Don't go easy on Him, though He loves me,
He is still on his journey of understanding.
I'll sit here on this page...
(You may visit me whenever)
While He cripples my poor brethren,
Crumbling them like worthless prose.
Don't go easy on Him, so I might save
His ambition from your praise!
YOU ARE READING
Thresheld
PoetryMy life is a series of thresholds that I overcome through poetry. Love, loss, pain, regret, humor, irony, word play, and even sarcasm are as much apart of my life as they are central to my poems here. I am Thresheld. UPDATE: It's been quite a few ye...
