Poem: I’m Sorry

I’m sorry.

Things fell out of my hands.

I got annoyed—I got upset,

And by the end of it, I’d lost my place.

My sense of rhythm.

I live the life of a juggler.

With too many plates in the air.

I am a silly man

With too many responsibilities.

And, yet, not a real concern

In a world,

Which does not follow anything.

Let alone my own ironclad rules.

So, forgive me.

I won’t forgive myself.

And—if I can,

I’ll trust someone like you

To forgive me for me.

So, I might continue to chase the infinite.

Which was my goal all along.


As I must repeat,

I’m sorry.

I do not yet know myself,

And what broken parts can be fixed,

And what cracks are neurons formed

To make me, well: me.

But I do know this:

I did not,

I do not

Intend to hurt anyone,

Especially not…

Especially not you,

Because, and I do mean it,

You really do

Mean the universe to me.

Special thanks to: Bob GerkinCollin PearmanDylan AlexanderJerry Banfield, and Michael The Comic Nerd. 

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