Continuing my theme of starting my blog with some of the old poems, here's another one I wrote in 1990, this one (perhaps not very originally) was called "I'm Sorry". I don't actually remember what prompted this one, but it captures how I still feel when I have monumentally stuffed up, usually by hurting someone with my words (which unfortunately come out all too easily when I am angry or have generally don't have anything helpful to say).
I'm sorry
How I wish I could unsay
those words,
send time spinning backwards,
wipe out the pain I caused.
Wouldn't it be easy if
we could rewrite our history,
replace evil with good, black with white?
Instead, we are left with impotent words.
I'm sorry.
copyright. C. Newberry, February, 1990.
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