Poetry: – Verse Form – I Spoke

A Poem of Regret

 

I spoke to you poorly,

I faced you with shame.

I spoke without thinking,

I spoke only to blame.

 

I listened to nothing,

But the voice in my head,

That fills me with anger,

That fills me with dread.

 

I shout, curse, chastise

Unsure what I’ll gain

I shout trying to drown out

An unspoken pain.

 

I fear I may lose you,

It wakes me at night.

I fear I may lose you,

Yet it makes me contrite.

 

I wish I had listened,

When I instead I had spoke.

But passion had moved me,

My frustrations broke.

 

I speak to you now

and I promise to try

To hear what you say,

and help you get by.

 

DS Coremans

Written: Friday, 22 September 2017- 20:15