Poetry of the Ivory

The Weaker Inner

''Look at that piece of stone!"
Stop right there I want to talk to you!
How dare you?
How?! Aren't you ashamed of your doings?
"I know you aren't. I just wish you could,"
Aren't you disgusted?!
"I wish you could,"
Don't you ever feel bad?
You still don't see the need to even try to apologise?

Noo. Oooh. Sooo. Yeah. Now I see
You feel good about yourself now
Esteem issues perharps?
Bad upbringing maybe
Or; maybe; you were just having a bad day
Or it's just you because that's how you always excuse yourself
"I pity you now, I apologise"
...No. I don't.

You shoe!
Piece of night darkness!
Mother of wooden chair!
"Excuse me for my bad language I don't mean to"
I hope you're happy for what you did; ripping me off.

You are not the one? Of course it was you
"But who am I to judge you? To accuse you?
Don't you know your actions?"
It was you, animal!
Animal.

There isn't need for apology I'll say again
It's fine. Okay.
"It's my prayer that you just say sorry
Am dying inside
And that simple word will heal me"
Don't you