June 26, 2008
By Autumn Patz, Northfield, OH

Sorry I do complain,
I do it in vain.
Sorry I am to blame,
For losing every game.
Sorry I am the cause
Of a dead silent pause.
Sorry I am a loss,
In a car toss.
Sorry I feel no more pain.
What is there to attain?
Sorry to that I am dead,
Sorry to say, but fear is feed.
I do pass much unsaid,
Better left unread.
Sorry I am history, gone, forever,
Sorry, I have no more chance to endeavor
All that I have lost for you.
Sorry, but all of this is true.

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JLPzz said...
on Aug. 4 2008 at 5:20 pm
I love how it is like a letter. Only, it is in poem form. I hope you keep writing!


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