Thank You, Dan Poem by Sarah Everson

An impossible dream,
it was never to be,
even peaches and cream
would be fooling just me.

It will take too much time
just to heal what's been cut
no more reason or rhyme
I am sick to my gut.

Tell, me rational Gods,
is this how it all ends?
Why not tell me the odds
why not give me the bends?


There are NO further words,
it is clear what took place,
pretty thoughts for the birds
lots of egg on my face.

I may harden with time,
but it may be the best
to commit a small crime
and the devil be blessed.

Do not worry, I say
it is only a pain,
neither grief nor dismain
will make matters okay.