May 2014
Do you even realize
what damage was done
when you spoke?
Is there understanding
that your words
caused pain?
Under a guise of humor
I was brought
to my knees.
Will you go on forever
not knowing what you
accomplished?
Or do you secretly gloat
over the knife that found
its mark.
I consider you
a friend, but as I pull the blade
out of my soul,
I have one hope...
That you are
oblivious.
what damage was done
when you spoke?
Is there understanding
that your words
caused pain?
Under a guise of humor
I was brought
to my knees.
Will you go on forever
not knowing what you
accomplished?
Or do you secretly gloat
over the knife that found
its mark.
I consider you
a friend, but as I pull the blade
out of my soul,
I have one hope...
That you are
oblivious.
This poem is not targeted at anyone in particular, but rather it was born from pent up frustration at the way my craft and my passion for poetry is perceived. You may not like poetry, and I appreciate that. It is not a genre for everybody. You may not understand the words I write, or relate to the things I write about. That's cool. Not everybody gets it. You may not like me, and I appreciate that too.
Read the poem. I will take the knife out, and carry on. And maybe someday my words will mean something to you, and you will understand.
Rod E. Kok
May, 2014
Read the poem. I will take the knife out, and carry on. And maybe someday my words will mean something to you, and you will understand.
Rod E. Kok
May, 2014
