I was so sorry

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I was so sorry that 
I would never possess
anything good;
that nothing good 
would ever 
belong to me.

Not because 
I was always 
poor in dollars
But because 
I was poor 
at expressing myself 
one-on-one.

I was as yellow as the sun 
perhaps
but also as warm and as true 
as the sun
somewhere there inside me

but nobody would ever find it.

Charles Bukowski