Poetic Justice

I'm sorry

I need to apologise,
For all the wrong I've done,
The harm I've caused you.
So I stand here,
Staring the world in the eye,
My sins seeping through my naked skin,
Vulnerability spread across my imperfect
Sin.

I've come to say I'm sorry,
For all I've done to harm you.
In my mind,
I can see my hands,
Taking you and your beauty,
Your innocent,
Your purity,
And turning into nothing but dirt,
And mind-numbing hurt.

I've come to say I'm sorry,
Sorry for disappointing you,
With all my cursed words,
That I passed onto those who mean the
Most to me.
I've caused more tears,
Than the oceans that lie before me.
More darkness,
Than that of the night sky.

I'm sorry for hating,
For hating to the pit of my stomach,
So much that it caused a roaring fire,
That destroyed all that came across it.
For killing with my fierce eyes,
For scarring with my unrelentless anger.

I'm sorry for my pride,
For holding my head high,
When I know,
The only sight,
My eyes deserve to meet,
Is the dust that settles upon the ground.

I'm sorry for my lies,
For telling those I love,
That I hate them,
For laughing,
When the tears were all that I felt.
For saying I don't care,
When oh,
You know so well that I do.

I'm sorry for frowning,
When all this world really needed,
Was a smile,
To light up,
It's complete void of darkness.

I'm sorry for leaving,
When I needed to stay,
When I was wanted,
But chose to go,
When I was looked in the eye,
With tears in eyes,
And begged to never go away,
But instead I turned on my heel,
And left as fast as the moon,
Leaves the day.

I'm sorry for keeping quiet,
When my voice ought to chime,
Along with the songs of the birds,
When empty air around me,
Needed to be filled,
With my words,
That I refused to utter.

I'm sorry for closing my book,
For giving up before I even started,
For shaking my head in dismay,
For dreaming,
But exchanging those dreams,
In return for only surviving.
For starving myself of my drive,
For drifting off into a dreamless sleep,
I mistakenly call my life.

I'm sorry,
I say one last time,
For thinking that I owe you an apology,
When you, dear world,
Are no less,
And no more,
Than my sympathetic, I'm sorry.

~n.s