Sorry

I’m sorry I haven’t been here

I’m sorry I never visit

I’m sorry that we never met

I’m sorry that we never knew each other

I’m sorry that we didn’t play

I’m sorry I haven’t been here

I’m sorry I never visit

I’m weeping

I’m crying

I’m falling

I’m starving

I’m bleeding

I’m dieing

I didn’t know

I don’t know

What happen to you, to us?

I’m sorry I wasn’t here

I’m sorry I’ll never visit.

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Published on Tuesday, February 15, 2011. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Sorry"

A former member wrote: On the other hand, regret can (sometimes) lead to a correction and amelioration of the situation. It's worth a try.
A former member wrote: caretaker is right regret is poison but it is a good poem
On Tuesday, February 15, 2011, A poet of madness (114) wrote:

Ironic that your write can look like an asp. Regret is a poison. Don't let it get to you