Poem: As I Come Undone

I like reading poetry. It is a more raw, focused form of emotional expression than fiction. However, I tend to despise my own attempts at poetry. I am wholly confident that everything I have ever written that can be called something like poetry is an abomination to the craft. However, even I need to vent emotion at times. These unfortunate excretions sometimes manifest in the form of poetry.

I never thought I would come to this. Here I am, about to publish one of my dreary displays of dejection. This is what happens when one procrastinates and must come up with filler material at the last moment for one's blog.

So, here is As I Come Undone; it is a melodramatic product of some tearful day when I utterly screwed something up and had to imagine what it felt like to have someone not completely abandon me so I would not blast out my brains with a shotgun in despair. It would have been an annoying mess for my family to clean up, you see.

Fall to my knees

Fall to my face

Cover my head in disgrace

You can’t see

You can’t understand

All that has fallen by my hand

I can’t go on

I can’t believe

Why you still see something in me

You don’t give up

You still believe

Even though I can no longer see

Why do you stay?

Why don’t you run?

 Even as I come undone