an apology

to those I hurt

however hurt does come

have no right

and an apology

does no  good without

a follow up action

and how I do want to be different

can’t, stuck being me

as much as I can’t stand it at times

sorry and I know it’s just the word

to describe how I feel

looking down the barrel

swinging from the oak

could serve only one purpose

too selfish and sure I could rationalize

can’t waste that much time

got a great model to follow

don’t know how sometimes

when the problems poke their ugly face

in my direction

hard to change a twenty-three year old habit

not proud and won’t get loud

prefer the silence of the room

then the noise starts to pound my mind

a dog I cannot control

and this here apology is in vain

if I cannot act upon it

haven’t cried in such a long time…