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.