The Conversational Poet Fall 2013 | Page 15

An Apology Poem I'm humbly regret the announcement of my retirement from life. I've been struggling with my breathes between sobs, Wondering if each were worth the precious oxygen I was stealing, And if each contribution of gaseous waste meant polluting the earth with wasted time and effort. With every teardrop, I pile guilt to remind myself that I am made of water that others could easily use. Blood that could save someone else. So I apologize to those who may miss me, But do not worry, You will soon forget my absence, For you never noticed my presence And no matter the pretense I was always the one ignored And never noticed If I hung from ceiling rafts Or slumped over with a hole in the back of my mind Or fell into pieces on cold concrete Or turned blue with rainbow colored pills. But even as I lay six feet below the surface, I will still feel like wasted space. Sarah Ku