An Apology

An apology is never so enough
But as human can I only do so little
And say sorry to each I care
For the disappointment on their faces.
I know i've been rough lately,
I know i've been a dismay.
But few are all I have to call my own
And I fear losing my all.
The things I said weren't meant,
It wasn't me, it was my agony which spoke.
The time I did not spend, I regret that,
But I'm scared to err again and let them down.
My paper is growing dark as i scrounge for light,
And the ink in my pen is begging to stop,
Its only restrains are the tugs of life
And I keep writing, and rushing my pen
In catharsis,
And as the dark takes the better of sky,
I have stories to tell, and troubles to share,
But no one to share them with
Except my paper maligned with my words.
For I know these words cannot be downcast,
By the crests inside me.
For I know that atleast in writing,
Pain does render beautiful.
That the paper will not tear up,
Redden or cease the talk,
When it meets the distress
That I may bring along.
The ink shall convey what words couldn't
In case my voice breaks or stops,
For I seek, with all my heart,
An apology for all dissapointment
That I, knowingly or unknown, have caused.