Word of the Day: Energy
They said I had a spiky heart,
An energy that punctured sharp —
Of prickly thorns and bristled spines,
Of wire barbed and poisoned vines.
For this I still apologise —
A fiend I seemed in others' eyes.
The Demons of my childhood
Too soon had robbed me of my Good.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused
With cutting skin and shutting doors.
I'm sorry for the backs I stabbed
On all the Manic Days I had.
I'm sorry that I killed someone.
I can't undo — what's done is done.
I'm sorry that I cut their life —
I'm sorrier that life was mine.
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This poem follows the syllable scheme of the Vietnamese thơ bát ngôn, where each line has eight syllables.
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