I’M SORRY

I know nothing more wicked than the heart of the animal,

fortified inside the unrepentant self.

In baleful conceit it gnaws,

a soliloquy in whispered ear,

creating fine excuses for every terror,

I condemned another to wear.



Why must we despise those who try to love us?

As you prayed for my misery,

So, did I pray.

As you scuttled from my mercies,

So, did I scuttle.

As you betrayed,

So, did I betray.



The hiding can be done in bluster and pomp,

tears can be found in a coward’s convictions,

strength is cruelty in a fool.

See now, the mirror of me,

underneath the fluff, the puss smells of nectar.



We were young, so it’s sung,

O, the generous lies we tell,

to appease the Hells, I crafted for the innocent.

Casting shadows on my reflection.

Solemn are the choices,

my lips refuse to tell.



I stand as you stood,

divorced of forgiveness.

I yearn as you’ve yearned,

without the courage to return.

I lament as you’ve lamented,

fearing the chance to say,

“I’m sorry.”