I got a message from the future
but it just said “sorry,” so what am I
to make of that for it’s just the same
as one carved in bark, REPENT
in capital letters is a posting
dystopia remnant, skeletal reality
offering no time to ponder
the past, beg your pardon.
For tomorrow is a sculpture
of the mind, much is imagined
fantasy stupor phonics, inspired
to wish it had been different,
but it can’t, so thinking lessons
never learn like this, instead
I need a book, but for what
do I search, to make sure
this never happens again.
No, obviously I could never
express regret, or feel it
for I can’t even remember
unintended slight insults
forgive me, I was dealing
with my own exile, eating dirt
as penance for forgiving
my sins, without learning
anything at all, too late.
I love the way you wrote this. It is chilling. You turned the Daily prompt into something amazing! I tried to do it as well but mine is nowhere near as amazing as yours. Keep writing so well.
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