For they asked for a thrown haiku
I had given them a sorrowful sonnet
I wanted to say all those words
But instead I've pawned it
But yet I forgive you all for creating this mess
This fear and anguish, anxiety and stress
Words glued together, but not shut
The final marking, the final cut
What was once said can never be changed again
Put on paper, to this faithful lover I sent
I thank you again for making me secure
And making me think for years that I was unsure