Don’t Read This
a Poem By Raquel Swann
Please don’t read this
It breaks all the rules.
You are the fresh
Early Morning dew
Droplets on leaves
After the night
Renewed hope
First morning light
Please don’t read this
With judgement in mind
You’re the four leaf clover
Quite the rare find
Luck of the Irish
A blessing from high
The perfect song
Which makes one cry.
Don’t read further
This gets much worse
You’re a perfect performance
No need to rehearse
Amazing incarnate
Just understand
Like top selling stock
You’re in demand
Stop reading now
The damage is done
This poem is the bullet
And I am the gun.
Don’t even ask
I hide this inside
I’ll tell you it’s nothing
But you’ll know that I lied.
