Provoke

I’m sorry that I spoke
That my fragile feelings broke
That I didn’t have the sense to stamp them
With the word “revoke”

I’m sorry what awoke
From the fire – so much smoke
And even as I burned my hand
I felt the need to stoke

I’m sorry that I poke
And prod until you choke
And you fear that I must truly be
Some villain in a cloak

I’m sorry that I yoke
My will to you like oak
And cannot seem to snuff the fire
That you still provoke

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