An Apology Letter to my Mind I’m Sorry I didn’t clean the room upstairs Where you stored my stories Now that cobwebs invaded the space, the ending is misplaced I forgot about you I hate to blame other but It was because of the people around I tried to say something but I couldn’t make a sound I got you drunk on an idea, a memory About a fleeting felicity that even an astronaut couldn’t reach I wasn’t there in the night when you sobered up I’m sorry For everything I’ve said to you For everything I didn’t say to you For the unkind whispers I chose to hear While ignoring the shouts of compliments About that summer I turned to ice Frozen and unkempt, denied your existence And shunned your pleas I didn’t let you inside during the storm You were drowning in the dagger like rain drops While I hid under the semi-warmth of a new blanket With a foreign smell, a blanket that has not yet accepted my scent However, What I’m really sorry for is Writing this letter to you Now