Treasure Island

Sonya Florentino

(Manila, Philippines (residing NYC))

False God


I'm sorry I mistook you for God
I feel sorry for my self
I’m sorry that I was disillusioned
Like yourself

I’m sorry I was blinded by your easy smile
I’m sorry I only saw what I desired
I’m sorry I couldn’t see past your piercing eyes
I’m sorry I so fell for your disguise

I’m sorry to disappoint you
For truly I wish you well
But if you still believe that you are God
I’m sorry—you need help

I’m sorry I considered you God
But I have learned my lesson well
From now on no more false gods
I answer only to Myself

Submitted: Sunday, February 15, 2009

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  • Patti Masterman (8/16/2009 10:24:00 PM)

    This is clever and engrossing, and I especially like the capitalization of Myself. (smile-
    as it should be!) (Report) Reply

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