What If I Were a Poem?

If I were a poem,
You would be have to pull out a book riddled with Poe's collection,
And run through it if getting to know me is your intention.
If your eyes are identical to many of those who have viewed me
The surface will be constant; malicious misery, doubtless depression, lethal lonliness.

If you read the script with your lens of instant apprasial
You would be blindsided as to where it begins or if it even ended.
I hope you don't get lost in the unfamiliar grammar
Only to later think that it has no signifigance.
Then proceed to place me back in the crowded
Yet lonly space of a quiet shelf in a forgotten study.

If I were a poem,
The calligraphy would be considered so foreign
That you probably wouldn't comprehend how it could be
Like Aztec hieroglyphics to a Japanese scribe.
If it doesn't initiate an intimate interest immediatly,
I hope you at least take time and try to understand it.

It wouldn't take long to be aware of what I'm about,
My content, on the opposite ends of the spectrum and also running througout it.
If you take the chance, I can help make an instant feel like infinity
And help remove the revulsion you experienced in the past
To replace it with unconditional allegience and true dependence.