Sorry, not sorry

Sorry, not sorry

A Poem by Trapped
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Control lies in the way you think.

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I’m sorry
That I hurt you
With the words
Spilling
From
My mouth.

I’m sorry
That I was in the wrong place
At the wrong time.

I’m sorry
That my eyes
Are brown
Instead of blue.

I’m sorry
That my heart
Is unable to be painted
As is everything
That does not exist.

I’m sorry
That the world
Will face it’s inevitable death
And my world
Will cease
To exist.

I’m sorry
That this world
Is not my place.

I’m sorry
That my impact
On the world’s coffee cups
Is nothing
But a single
Drop
Of cream.


I’m sorry
That you placed me into this world
And chipped me down
Until I ceased to exist.

I’m sorry
That the muscle that can create worlds
Cannot figure out the volume
Of a cube.

I’m sorry
That I
Was born
Painted
In rainbow.

I’m sorry
That my fingers
Cannot comprehend
The process
Of creating worlds
On canvas.

I’m sorry
That my voice
Cannot reach
The heights
Of the most successful
World creators;
Creating world
Written in notes,
Drawn in lyrics,
And strung in emotion.

I’m sorry
That my stomach
Craves
Energy
That my brain denies.

I’m sorry
That I can’t smile
When I’m in the middle
Of a storm.

I’m sorry
That I cannot
Find
The eye
Of my category 5 hurricanes.

I’m sorry
That I
Have not
Shown
My
True,
Vulnerable,
Self.

I’m sorry
That I cannot be me,
Without having flakes of the lies
That I paint myself in every day.

I’m not sorry
That I
Cannot fathom
A day
When I wish
My wrists
Had bands
Of blood.

I’m not sorry
That I
Wish of the day
When I can
End the pain.

I’m not sorry
Because I
Am not
At fault.
That position goes to the person who I believed would guide me to success.
That position goes to a father who watched his child grow.
That position goes to a mother that stood to the side and watched her daughter crumble.
That position goes to a girlfriend who believed in her love, but not enough to act on the stench of death.
That position goes to the birds who do not have the bravery to fly.
That position does not go to me.
No matter how much I try.
That position
Goes
To
You.



© 2019 Trapped


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Added on May 1, 2019
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Trapped
Trapped

Naperville, IL



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I just write to escape the outside world and to erase my pain. I’ve been told my poems are “amazing” but all I see in them is my faults. more..

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