Real acts of awareness

Force a simple mocking enemy

To change.

On his bloody knees.

Broken and oddly bent,

Life is a savage force rushing

To break out,

To set destiny free of logic.

My yearning soul is

A curiosity of displaced

Guarantees.

A blind heart is saying sorry

To the eyes.

If it is up to he or me or we or even she

To be my home,

My throne,

My start, my end;

An apology is a good place to begin.