Shitty

I
sat down
to write a depressing
poem,
I wanted it
to be unmemorable
and cliqued,
I wanted you to read it
and fill the dark shallow imagery
with your own doubts and failures,
like a gothic cathedral
weighted down by the sun
and age, where
rock would crumble
imperceptibly over eons,
green invading cold brown
and gray,
ivy crawling or
tumbling down its
ancient stone ribs,
written on inked paper
to read crumple and throw away,
or to place in your library
like a trophy announcing
your bravery,
spine embroidered
with silver or gold,
a bloody leather sacrifice
to pretension and
shitty defense.