Sadness

By Rebekah Perkins

The disappointed kind of sadness,

When you've done wrong and feel unworthy of forgiveness,

When you've said the wrong words and hurt friends,

The kind of hurt that goes deep, and never truly ends.

You may cry and feel so badly,

But you can't take it back, so you'll sit sadly,

Musing over why you ever even speak,

When you try to do good, but you can't you're so weak.

Your words of thoughtlessness are never forgotten,

Though maybe they'll settle at the bottom,

They'll never go away from the depths of their soul,

And again you realize saying these things is not your roll.

You see the hurt locked into their eyes,

There from the moment you said the words and they looked in surprise,

You will see it as a reminder of wrong,

And you'll wish that hurt did not to you belong.

You know they'll be happy again,

Maybe soon, but you don't know when,

They may give forgiveness, but can you forgive your deeds?

The sadness will be there, planted by your own seeds.

You've wounded yourself and those beloved,

When you your words thoughtlessly on them shoved,

You are the one who hurt, and you are to be shamed,

All this on you is, and should be, blamed.

You've disappointed those close to you,

Yourself included in those few,

You know this will pass, but never go away,

The wound will scar, a reminder that will stay.

You've broken their trust,

And bear the consequences you must,

Try to stand up and use supports that are provided,

Bind up your heart, that has been so rudely by your own work divided.