It’s just a word.A word that means nothing.Nothing to me, anyway.Anyway, what’s the point?The point of saying sorry?
“Sorry, it won’t happen again.” A lie.
A lie that can be said over and overAnd over again. But why?Why do people think it’s okay?Okay, I get it.It isn’t always a bad thing.
A bad thing is like pollution.Pollution is always a bad thing.A bad thing is like global warming.Global warming is always a bad thing.A bad thing is like my trust.
My trust gets me into situations I don’t like.
Like those times people attempted an apology.An apology usually means you won’t do it a second time.A second time happened. Then a third.A third led to a fourth.
A fourth led to more.
More led to my trust being broken.Broken as if it didn’t matter at all.All I want is for “sorry” to mean something again.Again, like it did when I didn’t know what paranoia was.Paranoia was nothing then. But now?
Now it takes control.
Control is more than it looks.It looks simple but it’s a lot.A lot like sorry.Sorry. It’s just a word.A word that means nothing.
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Bushra Shahriar
A 22-year-old student studying at Keele University - writer and poet.
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I love words.They mean everything.Your words can fix, your words can heal,As long as you know what’s true and what’s real. “As long as you know what’s true and what’s real”,Funny, isn’t it?How people lie and are untrue.You never really know in the moment,Until it suddenly hits you
By Bushra Shahriar8 years ago in Poets
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Such a moving and deeply touching poem.