I'm sorry.
I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry Ma
I'm sorry that the mention of your name leaves me not in a fit of emotions anymore.
I'm sorry you're just becoming a part of my long forgotten memories.
I'm sorry for being so comfortable after so long.
I'm sorry that when someone refers to me as their own, I feel nothing anymore.
I'm sorry that the thought of you doesn't make my eyes water like it used to.
I'm sorry I'm starting to get used to your absence Ma.
I'm sorry that even at my betrayal, I feel it's the for the best.
I'm sorry, I don't think of you so often anymore
I'm sorry for slowly forgetting it all.
I'm sorry for finally accepting it.
YOU ARE READING
'Silent' Clouds.
Poetry¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
