Sorry
I know that sorry is a word of overuse,
To justify, vindicate and make an excuse.
Some words are empty and mean nothing at all,
But to anger, frustrate and simply appall.
But I’m saying this word with truth and honesty;
I’m offering a gesture of love, peace and modesty.
So I’m going to say that one word I hate,
As I for one believe, no time is too late.
I’ve been so damn foolish
So hurtful and callous,
But you truly know
That I meant no malice.
My heart is numb and vacant
So dull, unoccupied;
My eyes are red and swollen,
From all the tears I’ve cried.
I can’t bare to carry on
Without knowing you’re here;
I’m sickened with guilt, remorse, dread and fear.
You’ve helped me through some horrible days,
you’ve given me guidance, support, care and praise.
You make me smile when words don’t rhyme,
When demons chase me, and the sun won’t shine.
You’ve given me strength when I’ve been weak,
When the present was dull and the future was bleak.
I’ve said sorry once and I’ll say it again
I mean it now and I meant it then.
I’ll say it tomorrow and every other day
Until we can bury the past and put it away.
Copyright © Jaye Mccallum | Year Posted 2018
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