Inadequately-Expressed Frustrations at the Inadequacy of Poetic Expression

Oh, this paltry verse expresses so pressingly little!

Punish my incompetence, let there be no acquittal.

My ever-deplorable dreads and misdeeds remain untold

Thus my strivings shall still and my soul shall grow cold.

Thank God it's not just me who thinks me a fool!

I know I'm a failure, sin and time's tool.

Thank God they all know it now, know that I lied.

No longer for their sakes must I my ugliness hide.


And yet I cannot fitly convey

what hatred here lingers to say!


(There was a lot more, but I didn't deem it respectable for public postage.)

The End

133 comments about this poem Feed