I'M SORRY

To muster up those words,

That so often can help,

Would not only hurt me,

But take away from myself.

To bring myself lower,

Than when I had to hurt you,

Would cause me to swallow,

Every ounce of pride I could muster.

For my pride was the cause,

Of the event that hurt you,

I couldn't say I'm wrong,

Or think you're words were true.

For this isn't how I think,

Or plan my daily tasks,

I simply take every day,

From the morning to the dusk.

Making my mind up,

On the change of the wind,

Not planning things out,

So not to offend.

So for me to say I'm sorry,

Is truly a mighty feat,

That will take a while,

For me to muster up the strength.

.I'm SORRY

The simple things,

That make up life,

Cause men like me,

‘Naught but strife.

The little things,

Meant for joy,

Are curses to me,

And rarely enjoyed.

The life of one,

Waging war on himself,

But still he cannot,

Ask for help.

For life to him,

Is not all fun,

For the war inside,

Is never won.

A war with himself,

And no one else,

Leaves him weak,

But still no help.

He searches why,

Why these pains,

For what has he done,

To be burned by flames.

Still, the war goes on,

Yet he stands alone,

With no one to understand,

Why?

So he stands alone

Up high on a mountain,

On a cool summer’s morn,

A man stands alone,

At the break of the dawn.

As he gazes along,

The tops of the trees,

He remembers a time,

Of days filled with glee.

Of a time long ago,

When he’d sit ‘neath a tree,

The cool summer’s breeze,

Would rush past his knee.

The wind would come up,

And brush on his face,

And bring a sense of peace,

To this glorious place.

The times spent right there,

With his girl at his side,

Would be the happiest time,

In his long lonesome life.

Now there he stands,

All alone by a tree,

Remembering times,

Of days filled with glee.

The other day,

I was walking along,

And had a dream,

About a strange familiar song.

The song spoke of you,

And how we first met,

But the best part of all,

Was that it wasn’t finished yet.

I wondered how this could be,

And then it came to me,

The song wasn’t finished,

Because we are still together,

And it will keep on going,

Now, until forever.

On a hill in the woods,

Stood the image of a girl,

Her eyes raised to the sky,

Looking away from the world.

I walked close to her side,

To see what she saw,

And what I did see,

Simply put me in awe.

The sky was as blue,

As the forest was green,

And she turned her head ‘round.

And looked over at me.

I gazed into her eyes,

And saw everything at once,

Breaking only my glance,

From a shy timid touch.

I told her, “Hello,”

And she replied with a “Hi,”

And again we held hands,

And gazed at the sky.

As I look into the distance,

I see a figure there.

An image of a woman,

Who is filled with despair.

As I drew closer,

To where she had been.

I noticed a note,

Stained with tears and bent.

As I reached for the note,

I saw on the ground.

A picture of something,

Truly profound.

The picture was of a rose,

A red one at that.

And it lay on the ground,

Placed soley on a mat.

The note said this,

“I need some time and space”

And as I read this,

A tear rolled down my face.

I noticed at the bottom,

A name had been signed,

And to my dismay,

The name was mine.

Down deep in the meadow,

Lies a cool crystal stream,

And deep in the water,

You see things not as they seem.

I gazed in to the water,

To see the image of myself,

And as I looked even closer,

I saw an image of wealth.

And I came to find out,

The stream only reflects,

The beauty of a person,

From within his heart’s depths.

The beauty of a person,

Not as in a mirror would be,

But an image deep within him,

As the world and all should see.