I am sorry
for my ignorance
and impertinence
for my assumptions and disease
for hallucinations
and thinking voices were meaningful
when they were only inside of me
for being forward and
not tying on a bit of string
for inconsideration
and a lack of leavening
there have been weeks gone by
(and even today) when
I cannot get it out of my head
the improperness
of how my mouth opens and words tumbleintoaheap
I see that they have caused injury
along with me
and my ownership of a lack
of things to say properly
with forethought and simplicity
but I own it all (how
proud I must be?) and need to say
I would not wish the end on someone else
but wish it had never come to me
to lose the tendril touch of hope
before a friend ever came to be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem