A Sad Lonely Day Poem

just what the title says it is. and don't resent this one too much, she was choked out because i couldn't stand being sad and not having anything to show for it. adieu.

Curled me up in your throat

One of your words, your accented this

A centipede too shy to 'hale;

Shrivelled it right up so I couldn't see 

And knuckled it down your throat

So it couldn't exist

And then you grow on and up

And I couldn't see, or be

Your vealth is not value I'm sorry

A plinth along your teeth 

And English becomes a cherub to you

You dream it better than I

Your accent pitches up a mountain

When it gets incredulous, your eyes are 

No goblet, they do not screech. Understated,

They undermine you, and I don't wish to condescend,

But I pine for you, dear.

However

I could love you with a thee or two, or a 

Thou if I was feeling particularly malicious. 

The loveliest love I dare to give comes in this

And that and the apologetic prophecies of 

A lacking knuckle benefactress. Adieu. 

Author's Note

Opinions as human being please. I really don't want scholar-ly feedback. A lot of my work asks for that. The last few pieces do not, because I know now. Poetry matters to people, not graduates. Thank you.