Forgive me for not kneeling when you passed by.
I forgot
Whose presence I was in.
Forgive me, your highness
For not waiting for the scepter to lower
For you to grant me permission to speak
Oh please forgive me!
I didn't see the purple robes
I didn't know I was in the presence of royalty
If you can't forgive me I understand
Tear me apart with knives
Lay me on a bed of sharp nails
Poison me with toxic venom
Let them see red blood in the streets
It's what I deserve isn't it?
How dare I not bow before the queen.
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Abby_Simmons
Sep 21, 2017
I love this poem, your word choice is so precise and the metaphor is so clear. Great job! Thanks for sharing!