The Poet: I Am Sorry

Your actions have spoken;
so loud that my conscience now pleads guilty.

Your words lash me
so severely on my mind’s buttocks.

So painful are the strokes
that your smiles mete on my presence.

Yes, my conscience appeals in your Court
that she be freed to her court.

How else can your mercy be wooed?
What more are the requirements?

Can you persuade your actions to trust my sincerity?
So that they speak not harshly again to my conscience.

Can you talk your smiles
into approving my presence?
So that he can escape these strokes of guilt?

Can these words “I AM SORRY”
Really change anything?

© John Ettah | 2018

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