I'M Sorry... Poem by Mikel Calcagno

Swept away by the wind
Night shadows turn to grey
Solace reside in the sun
and the darkened souls fall in the sand

My poetic floodgates revel in the superiority of this perception
Deprived of the inner sensation of comfort
I won't let this beautful moon set
Frozen in time with never the memory of losing it to another day

Utterly broken by a nameless perpetual misery
Gravity claims my tears with the pain I've restrained
I'm slowly slipping away from the purged messes I've made
I can't believe I'm still holding on to this disarray

My eyes garnished with the glitter that cuts my eyes
I din't know something so beautiful could leave me so blind
This ephemeral pain content to be temporary
As this LOVE swelling inside me content to last forever

If ugly had a face it would more than likely look like mine
If my past had a home, it would more than likely be MY EYES
I must admit I hate the world for its physiognomic DISDAIN
So I'm sorry if you have to see the look of severity on my face

I cast my eyes upon the sun as it falls behind the clouds
Search all those who wish to see, but I'm too reclusive to be found
I'VE LOST TOO MANY FRIENDS ALONG THE WAY
And I cannot forget and I live with regret when I can still see my mother's face right before she passed away
To see her laugh had always made me smile
To see her cry and I couldn't do nothing about it, had always made me cry...
Now I know what kills me inside
I was too afraid to tell my mom 'i luv u' or 'bye'
What always inspired me about her is that she had always had a will to fight anything and she taught me to be the man I am today.
I fight alot of things in my life and I'm sorry if I come off as a COMPLAINER, but i guess you'll just have to GET OVER IT! ! ! If I had to wake up and lose another thing I love, then words can't undermine what I'd do...

My eyes and the stars tryst
Showing me a love I thot could not exist
I always thot love was feigned or dreamed
but it revealed to me a world from the stars and life is MORE than what it seems...
My life is an imperfection of spilled red wine
and only I can purify the messes I've made...