Sorry

Sorrow.
Dark and gloomy as it may,
It fills me this very day.
Regret.
What I thought was funny, once,
Has left me sitting, like a dunce.
Remorse.
This pain I feel eats at me,
guilt and regret comes to be.
Punishment.
Alone I sit, broken and hated.
My wrong doing, clearly stated.
 
 
. . . . sorry.