AND I'M SO SORRY
THAT I DON'T ENCOMPASS YOU
IN FEELINGS OF DIVINITY
FOR I AM NOT THAT EMOTION
I AM THE EMBODIMENT OF CRINGE
AND MY WORDS ARE
SNARKY
SHORT
ANNOYING
BURDENING
CARELESS
FUTILE
CURSED
I WONDER IF I'LL EVER ACTUALLY
WRITE POEMS THAT AREN'T
INCOHERENT MURMURS TYPED HAPHAZARDLY AT WITCHING HOURS
I WONDER WHEN ALL OF THIS
WILL MAKE SENSE
HOW DO I SATISFY YOUR SOUL
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT WEAVING
WORDS FULL OF GRANDIOSITY
INTO AN EPIC
AND THEY ABRUPTLY EN
(JUST LIKE THAT)
