while I write
my own thoughts
hysteria of convictions
self-containing thoughts of contradictions
connections so obsolete that they create constraints
outcomes are lost
but the future is still there
lingering on an outpost
of resentment and turmoil
why can't I get my thought s together to write
a simple apology
why can't I say I am sorry
for all the grief I have caused you
caused the world
to self-inflict
the horrors of imagination
have loomed on the horizon
the trepidation of trespass
into a world of resolve
with a single word could cease its loathing
if only held with meaning and action
sorry
I have wronged you
how can we rebuild
this earth
so that we may all live
in harmony
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