Apology Not Accepted
Words unleashed in perfect measures,
often lovely, often treasures ;
now off the cuff , candidly wrought-
raw reactions to careless thought.
Hold tight the hand and touch the cheek,
removing pain, admitting weak
willed lack and sorrowful attack.
Once uttered, words do not come back.
Blood spills as tiny fissures leak
from content we were loathed to speak.
An essence wasted on the rash
whose tongue is loose and bound to lash.
Apology, accepted -not!
You chose the words, you wrote the plot
that leaves you in this rapport's end-
a noxious one, I thought, a friend.
often lovely, often treasures ;
now off the cuff , candidly wrought-
raw reactions to careless thought.
Hold tight the hand and touch the cheek,
removing pain, admitting weak
willed lack and sorrowful attack.
Once uttered, words do not come back.
Blood spills as tiny fissures leak
from content we were loathed to speak.
An essence wasted on the rash
whose tongue is loose and bound to lash.
Apology, accepted -not!
You chose the words, you wrote the plot
that leaves you in this rapport's end-
a noxious one, I thought, a friend.
©Dreamsbyday
