Regretted Words Poem by Ronald Doku

'I am sorry, I am sorry'
How many times do we say these words
How many times do we even mean it
Why does walking away sometimes seem so hard
Why does our tongue sometimes rule over us
Are we really that weak
Do our tongues really have that much power over us
For when sometimes we let our emotions fuel
Our tongues, it ends up being our own worst enemies
Silence is golden my friends
Like my uncle says
Just shut up or walk away