Poem, villanelle - Sherlock, John; gen, G
An Apology of Sorts
I'm sorry that I ever cause you pain
with mad hours, mad messes, madness without end.
It is the only thing that keeps me sane.
You are the last of people I'd disdain
with slights and insults that I don't intend.
I'm sorry that I ever cause you pain.
Singledminded focus only reins
in impending chaos; comprehend--
It is the only thing that keeps me sane.
I wish, occasionally, I would refrain
from wounding you--you are my only friend.
I'm sorry that I ever cause you pain.
The watchful eye of all this hurricane:
a steady hand, a steady mind, ready to defend,
You are the only thing that keeps me sane
For reasons of your own you yet remain,
and though I don't repent, I still contend
I'm sorry that I ever caused you pain,
It is the only thing that keeps me sane.