Apologetic Fellings

To my mother, I write, I'm sorry
For the fire and flame within
Created from the pit of our rage
To my mother, I say, I'm sorry
As a bird taken from its natural sin
It could not be emotionally caged
To my mother, I yell, I'm sorry
Your son's lost, and will be forever more
Your son's heart will ne'er fill the warmth of love
To my mother, I whisper, I'm sorry
There is no beauty, as that of a shore
Your son fell with the fallen, no more a dove
To my mother, I write, I'm sorry
My head placed upon the white pillow
Lowered to hell, it's opening - oh so shallow
To my mother, I'm sorry.