“I am not proud of the things I’ve said”
I wish
To take back a thousand words, and perhaps one more.
To swallow the sound that’s passed.
To be deafened in my disgrace.
I wish
to un-hear what I’ve heard, or perhaps indifference will do.
To rip bullets out those loaded words.
To soften the rage in my misery.
But it was I, who screamed
“Be proud of what you have to say or do not speak at all.”
I promise I’ll be better.