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