Pardon me if
I'm not rich in metaphors

I'm rather used to borrowing similes

Somehow we bleed the same ink of life
Same course of actions in variating degrees

Pardon me if
I'm not poetic

I'm used to a lexicon of commoner

Read and to understand
Relate and to evoke the feel

Pardon me if
I'm not dreaming

I'm used to livin' in brutal reality

While licking wounds tops the list
Whispered, unheard voices I shall seek

Pardon me if
I'm not apologetic

I'm just a writer you see.