I am sorry
I caste this words on the oceans
Hoping that fate will be a tide sailing it to your path.
This is not a word of a man on a dying bed,
But one who has seen the wrongs in his rights of yesterday.
So, I build my sorry heart on this imperfect unstructured poem.
Hoping it will be standing when you come looking for me.
I'm sorry for the list of lies I sold to you yesterday;
The mansion and cars for mama,
The privates jet for Papa to go see the world.
And the hope of better tomorrow I promised to be yours.
They were all dreams planted on the soil of my minds.

I'm sorry for being a bad farmer;
I planted those seeds in my thought yesterday,
But it couldn't grow into a tree; It died!
The gods denied it sunlight and rain.
It only knew the colour of the moon,
For it's days has been a dark night.
Maybe,I was a bad farmer planting on a poor soil;
A lazy farmer who couldn't travel to the clouds to fetch sunlight and rains.
I am sorry if I came across as a saviour;
Maybe, I thought I was, when I am only a debris left at the shores by the tide.
Maybe I took the world as my personal project,
When I was only but a sand in a desert.
Don't mistake this as words of a defeated man.
I am just a man who has defeated his fears.
If tomorrow travels on the journey of forever,
Please, paste this on the vehicle conveying me to mother Earth.
Maybe ,it will be a time to say sorry to all that lived in my heart.
(2020)

poetictwenty:
I am sorry
I caste this words on the oceans
Hoping that fate will be a tide sailing it to your path.
This is not a word of a man on a dying bed,
But one who has seen the wrongs in his rights of yesterday.
So, I build my sorry heart on this imperfect unstructured poem.
Hoping it will be standing when you come looking for me.
I'm sorry for the list of lies I sold to you yesterday;
The mansion and cars for mama,
The privates jet for Papa to go see the world.
And the hope of better tomorrow I promised to be yours.
They were all dreams planted on the soil of my minds.

I'm sorry for being a bad farmer;
I planted those seeds in my thought yesterday,
But it couldn't grow into a tree; It died!
The gods denied it sunlight and rain.
It only knew the colour of the moon,
For it's days has been a dark night.
Maybe,I was a bad farmer planting on a poor soil;
A lazy farmer who couldn't travel to the clouds to fetch sunlight and rains.
I am sorry if I came across as a saviour;
Maybe, I thought I was, when I am only a debris left at the shores by the tide.
Maybe I took the world as my personal project,
When I was only but a sand in a desert.
Don't mistake this as words of a defeated man.
I am just a man who has defeated his fears.
If tomorrow travels on the journey of forever,
Please, paste this on the vehicle conveying me to mother Earth.
Maybe ,it will be a time to say sorry to all that lived in my heart.
Ohuche,Joseph ogbonna (2020)

I like your style... Most especially the last line.