Madrigal Posted March 22, 2008 Report Share Posted March 22, 2008 Sincerely, I apologize. Do think of me as psychiatric meat: What feeds the highly gifted fleet Of lightly-robed, syringe-wearing, Misanthrope, strongly-swearing, Is something I may not explain under this light. But what is light? Is it insanity, generously shed with amity? Is it malevolence, bathed in your benevolence? Is it darkness, showered in your sun? Or is it just some sort of shameful fun? I do believe that light is godly. Unfortunate am I, for I believe in mysticism. But no, excuse my verbiage, I do mean mystery. And this carries in its hidden meaning misery. But what is an apology but shameless speech? Alas, it?s nothing but hypocrisy in latent peak. For as I tie this knot around, around, I see that nothing matters now. This perfect square: a barrier from the rain. Oh, ceiling! I hope to not mistreat your feeling, For it is shelter that you gave this frame. You?ll misinterpret words from actions not, For it is obvious that this triple knot Will hold the weight that medicine cannot. Do bring me joy, rope from the heavens, For I am much too scared to grab the blade And cause a flood to surge. And yes, I do believe I feel it. It is most certainly pure regret, Foreseeing you, poor innocent maid With sponge in hand, dangling French braid, Mopping the floors of these white corridors, And seeing my lifeless body dangle from the skies. Oh maid, I most sincerely apolo-- Maddy (: Edit: not a cry for help, sorry if I alarmed anyone! This was written over 5 months ago for The Hub's 'Sorry' Anthology, but I withdrew it at the last minute! Quote Link to comment
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