So Sorry

Sorry for the anger. The blood up in my head, boiled out in furry, a froth so hard to tread! Sorry for the F bombs dropped in mad array. Ire not held in check so rage, it won the day. Sorry for the timber brash to little ears. Tones of bloody violence wracked upon with tears Sorry for the words, ill thought and out of place words of bitter iron taste cannot erase Sorry for so many things in moments that were ripe to heal a little wound, instead resort to strife I cannot carry back in time. The moments, they are lost. I look only to the future. Sorry is the cost.