Let's keep our mistakes in past,
cause dear, past and future are both vast.
And yet, on a lonely afternoon
shivers crawl onto skin,
unleashes the guilt within.
For being a pathetic excuse of a human that I have became,
claiming to care,
yet, when needed couldn't be there.
Apologies are the only thing I can do,
Forgiven or not I don't have a clue.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem