Another Apology

Though different from yours,

My world’s not what you think.

Even with past it bears no link,

Yet my solitude emotional outpours,

Caught in a web of misery as heart soars.

Such a potion added to drink,

Standing at the very brink. And counting in last few hours,

Ever echoing harsh comments.

There isn’t any resentments

Nor for my actions am I seeking approval,

It was the very least for survival.

Being headstrong,

Doesn’t here my stay prolong.