Bland But True. Poem by Little King of Sorrows

With a stuttered breath, I click each word,
Every second so absurd.
A decade gone without a clue.
Still I often read of you.

In tales I left this journal past,
From poets left reduced to ash.
All familiar, this love and war,
100 years we are no more.

Whats the point I often think,
If hate is all of me you drink.
I wish to leave you something pure,
For what Ive done there is no cure.

A million miles between us now,
I hang my head instead of bow.
No pride to take in what was said,
I could have left this all unread.

So why dig up the bones that lay?
Cause I care about you still this day!
Out of sight and out of mind,
I am just a different kind.

All I want to say tonight,
What I did. It isn't right.
A decade gone, from a decade past,
I played the part of Evil past.

No clever play on words this nigh,
Just an S and O and double RR Y,
Ill never know what became of U,
But memories keep thier distance 2.

For all its worth,
in silver and gold,
No words are better left untold.

By chance you ever sought the day,
Wonderin if this all was play.
Here I am one summer night.
To send some love and make it right.


Sorry A

L.K.S 8/23/2023