Please forgive me,
For being absent for so long
Then coming back with no excuse
Because this time I'm wrong
This time I lose.
For seducing you for my pleasure
While my head was on the ground
I've deprived you from your leisure
To the earth you were bound.
For playing god with your pages
When this is no one's book
And it will be for the ages
Dear poetry, my nook.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
Please forgive me,
For being absent for so long
Then coming back with no excuse
Because this time I'm wrong
This time I lose.
For seducing you for my pleasure
While my head was on the ground
I've deprived you from your leisure
To the earth you were bound.
For playing god with your pages
When this is no one's book
And it will be for the ages
Dear poetry, my nook.
I made this poem when I started writing obsessively about a very specific topic. I felt like I had betrayed poetry in a way, or at least the way that I used to write before. Looking back to it, it's about a year and a half old and I feel it has aged well as I re-read it.