I am saddened that I did not think about you
I went to sleep with a clear mind
I dreamt of lollipops and gumdrops
I woke up refreshed and not alarmed
For that I am sorry
As now I come to think about the possibilities of tommorrow
Now, I can see the upcoming hurt
Now, I wonder about your heart
Mine was not heavy as my head rested on a bamboo pillow
But now it is filled with the doubt of yesteryear
Plagued by the many painpricks piercing my veil
I should have worried last night
But I felt no doubt
just some movie playback running through my head
To wonder
would have been right
But there is nothing good anymore
It all fell to pieces
And it was all sewn up with an iron thread
Callous, some might say
Mindful, I rebut
Send me your hate
I will accept
Then I will make amends
As it would be too costly to not do so
Amends, I will
Amends
Categories: identity, mental health, Poetry, Psychology