In all my years, all I've ever known is
How much of an unlikeable fellow I've been.
Every nice comment, any kind deeds are
Wiped away by my output of steady sin.
I am selfish, I am snarky, I never compensate.
I am rude, I am oblivious, I frivolously lie,
And if I apologize, by then it's just too late.
What could the world gain from this pathetic being?
When writers want to add in or take something
To or from an existing story, it's called a retcon.
When God wants to remove something from the
Universe without anyone knowing, that's a retgone.
We're all characters in this story, going down a set path.
Maybe our author has been trying to correct his mistakes,
Or maybe he made us all dysfunctional just for a laugh.
But even so, would he erase me from existence if I asked?
But characters drive plot towards resolution, meaning
I'm a cog in this clock. So despite all that I've wronged,
All the nasty attributes I've gained, I've still got a
Part in the story, and for that I can't be retgoned.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Corner
PuisiThis is a collection of poems that I have written that range from light and bubbly, to highly disturbing. Please vote if you like them and comment if you have any questions, although I may refrain from answering.
