I didn't see your hidden hurt
You hid it so very well.
I wasn't showing kindness to you
I was only adding fuel to your silent hell.
I thought I was being funny
In some of the things that I had said.
But now I see they were hurtful and unkind
And all of them I now have come to dread.
How does one say, 'I'm sorry? '
After the knife was thrust so deeply in?
I guess there is no other way to do it
Other than for me to just begin.
May you find it in your heart
To forgive the sins that I've committed.
And to take the life I have yet to live
Working that I might one day be forgiven.
Linda Winchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/forgive-me-67/
