my pool of sorry
to find my treasure of reasons.
but could not breathe for too long,
my past choked me, I felt breathless and exhausted.
every drop of sorry
has filled an ocean full of worry.
the light of virtues and purity
slowly disappeared, faded like the ink of memory.
I could see
was darkness of guilt.
The depth of my sorry is bottomless;
yet somehow, shallower than your forgiveness.
About National Poetry Writing Month : #NaPoWriMo is a creative writing project held annually in April in which participants attempt to write a poem each day for one month. This year in 2019 I will attempt to complete this challenge of 30 poems in the month of April. Please keep reading and supporting. Wish me luck !