How does one say sorry,
for enflicted mental pain,
How does one except themselves,
after melting in their shame.  

A million words cannot express,
What grief, that it has made.
Inside a growing love light dims,
the song of souls will fade. 

The sound of a ripping heart, is heard,
in the silence of the brain,
Taking every thing inside,
and drive yourself insane. 

One last plea to make it right,
seems endless in its plight.
Its like the bird of pardise,
Has soared away in flight. 

One day it will pass it time,
and the lesson will sing with praise,
About a love that could have been,
if numbered weren't the days. 

Sorry comes from deep within,
A bellow cry,  from way inside.
And now for a this lonely hurt,
The soul will run hide. 

The sun will shine though, in the end,
There will be better days in bloom,
And soon that  hidden soul,
will leave this empty room. 

by Angela Ladouceur.