To Whom it May Concern
- November 20th, 2012
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For you may not even realize
and with realization one must decide to be concerned. A letter to the five of you in terms of importance. A letter of apology due Once we met, twice as well and many times after. No names shall be given. Know who you are? Know who you are. I am not willing to be caring. Not today when concern is at play. One. That’s you. You do not fit in this equation. But one must start somewhere. And so with this I begin. Not to critic but to praise. You are constantly there, and always true to who it is I want to be and as you rush towards me. only I can leave you behind. One. The First to be there though never the first to go. The first to care, and rarely the first to know. This is about my anger, not my love. And too much you ask of me. When you know I have been stretched thinner than the thinnest word in the dictionary. (In) ((order)/ too much /(of) /me)) (importance). You mean the most but for you I care the least or so I prove with underhand actions. One. Forgive. Me. Two. A friend, no rougher nor tougher than (you)- there- should be. Words that slice me because I refuse to comprehend.Because I’ve not played my role. As a friend. I left you in times of (need), but you did the same to (me). For you there is anger. There is rage. Is disappointment. but always for you there is love. Two we will only grow apart. I’m tired of gripping. Not solely to you, but to everyone. And though my love for you was the clearest. It has taken the biggest toll. As two leads to three. Who at times seems better, than I want you to be. Two, Forgive me. Three. Laughter comes first to mind, pf both (you are) sick and kind. Weaker still than those who proceed you. Yet both their spots you have threatened. They say you come as you go. But you go. Never wanting to come back to who you were. I ask too much but not the most of you, from you I want the most. Three, For. Give me. Four. Briefly there. Nothing quite wrong. An addition, instead of a subtraction. You’ve been dragged. Into this world. Should I ask forgiveness? Five. In order of importance. It last but not least, sweet words. I think the least of you. A lack of strength with all the wrong convictions. Fear of people because you do them wrong. You are to blame for your unrest. Yet as always. I could, do better, care more, forgive thee. It is possible, each of you, a piece (in this equation) of the life I live and that which I am. Reflects of my worse for I bring you to yours. I’ve asked forgiveness.
I do not need it. I ask you to forgive me, only since we are a mirror. And for one to forgive, the other must start. From a lover, A best friend, a love interest, a new friend, and one once lost now fake. Sincerely.
The poem is interesting. You choose to address five different individuals. I like how you name your poem “To Whom it May Concern”; it makes the poem sound anonymous, yet you seem to know the people it concerns.
I really enjoyed reading this poem. I think you can strengthen “three’s” stanza a little more. I was unsure what you needed forgiveness. Also in the first line of three ends in “pf.” Not sure if this is a typo or there on purpose, but it does not make sense in the context of the poem. I loved reading about one and two! Great descriptions, I got a very clear picture in my head of who they were. The more I look at this poem, I think you could make this just about three people. One and two are so developed, but I don’t get the same feeling from the rest. That being said, I really liked “four” and you questioning if it is something that even needs to be forgiven. Great poem! I LOVED the last stanza.
The poem has a unique structure and the use of numbers or numerical terms is as well. I also like the use of parenthesis to tell a message.
Lengths of the lines seem kinda jarring esp. the lines consisting of one word or few words that sound like there could be more or feels that it shouldn’t end that way. For example, “to be there” in the fourth stanza feels like there could be more.