Sorry
Such a small word
With lots of meaning
You do the wrong
Yet I have to say it
You bend me to your will
You won't stop til
You get me where you want
I fight my hardest
To stand up
No food
No bathroom
Left in a cage
I hold out
Until I can't no more
Perception twisted
I give up
I give in
" I'm sorry"
Defeated
Wanting to be no more
Nothing left to chip away
Why do I stay
It gets harder ever time
Things never stay fine
Countless tears
How many more years
Can one endure
I'll be the one to tell you
That's for sure
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
