Panderous Apologies

A Poem by Richard Parker

This short letter is meant as an apology
Terribly belated
For my behavior has been an atrocity
Inexcusably fetid
This ball of sad has tightened its grip on my intestines
Post-malfeasance sickness?
I used to see so much beauty in the worlds expressions
Unrelenting exclusions
The morning glory is no longer all that glorious
Flower lost its power
The Lakme's chorus a duet so sweet now seems laborious
Apathetic opera
It's not your fault at all, this knowledge is most Paramount
Oppressive depressions
It hurts you to witness this my state of doubt most pronounced
Casualties of dolor
I keep rising suprisingly not hungry or thirsty
Emotional atrophy
Not wanting love, conversation, or any family
Find confrontation
All I want is to sleep and dream And no longer lament
Lucid screams languish
I know this will soon pass this cyclic mental detriment
Pain dance by the pyre
For now I slumber in hopes to wake up not woken up
Curses remission