Letters Undelivered. (Marvin’s Room...)

A grain in your bag of rice

A black spot on your Sack of dice

A star amongst millions

A tear in the rain’s trillions

I’m that hair strand you let SPLIt

I’m that split end you let rip.

That unnecessary headache when you wake

That egg you throw away when you bake

I’m that chapter you didn’t read

I’m THAT college class you didn’t think you’d need

I’m not a bad seed, but You tossed me like a dead weed

I’m that Sunset you didn’t call Beautiful

That cloud in the sky, but then again you were high

Self Pity chokes Integrity

To see behind your own face requires ingenuity   

I’m that Flat Surface on a Blind Man’s Brail Sheet

Call when you get a chance

But blink Too Long and you might miss Your ONE chance