Did I say sorry?(edit)

[brynmawr1]

It was an accident,
this poem.
Avoidably conceived
through lack
of proper protection
from stray thoughts
meant only to be
a distraction,
a procrastination.

But here it is,
a mess all over
the page. Not even
some mercy found
in its execution.

And now the collateral
damage of having paid
the price; two minutes            Not crazy about these last three lines; maybe you could express it in some way besides quantity?  The trope of "wanting those (mintes/hours/seconds) back" is a little overused.
thirty seconds of your life.
No refunds.  Seems redundant....

I enjoyed this but I think the ending is too pat for such a poem.  I especially like the way the title ansers inself in the tone of the poem.

TqB

Hey TqB,
Thanks for your input.  I'll have to ruminate on the ending a bit give it more of a twist.
Take care,
bryn