059| Apology

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To the sunken expectations
Of once brooding hopes
And ships
I'm sorry

To the imperfect depiction of
This body through the doors
And curtains
I'm sorry

To the blown off balloons of
Inflated desires of yours
And skies'
I'm sorry

To the words I held back from
The diaries of old Mariner's
And slaves
I'm sorry

To the blessings I stomped on
While walking down dim alleys
And mud
I'm sorry

To those whom I disappointed
By establishing goal posts of
Dead ends and failures
I'm sorry

To those killed in the battles
Of storms raging inside me
Full of guilt
I'm sorry

To the severity of this crime
Which intensified with my each
Step towards freedom
I'm sorry

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