What does it take,
How would one apologise
For not being there
While being present all the while?
For being a guest
And acting as a stranger?
An episode that can't be explained
Nor can it be contained
Not anymore
It's slipping, more and more
The mask that has settled
Is now a thin sheet, exposing, weakening, breaking
Suffocating and deprecating
Deafening in its solitude
Ferocious in its lack of mercy
Shattering the one who's poor fate upon which it falls
And still I know not how to ask pardon
Instead it persists in hardening
Disheartening and burdensome
Arresting and overwhelming
Unforgiving and unforgivable
What does it take,
How would one explain
The aching hell that is myself enchained,
Contained, permanently constrained
Constantly plagued
And constantly plaguing
Hurting inside, and unintentionally projecting
How do I apologise
For something I can't explain
And something I can't excuse
I try, of course I do
It just comes off as me being rude
How do I show my gratitude, my remorse
How do I apologise, what would it take
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PoetryThis is a collection of poems - most of which are not mine - that are some of my favourites. The subjects vary, so please try to keep an open mind, and enjoy.
