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