This is not a poem.

This is an apology, of sorts.

I’ve been erratic.

I’ve not made sense.

I’ve been a strange
kind of sad;

I’ve been a relapse.

I didn’t even notice.


But I cried for two days,

And now I’m human.


I’ve only prayed for death twice,

Is this not how life is?

There is a glass of wine in my hand;
And I’m back.
And I might have changed.

And if YOU

are reading this…

…then please know that I’m sorry.

And that I’ll be back.


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