The Library of Unwritten Apologies – A Haunting Poem of Regret & Silence
Step into the haunting world of “The Library of Unwritten Apologies”—a poetic journey through a secret archive where forgotten regrets take physical form. Explore shelves lined with unspoken apologies, whispered confessions, and the silent sorrow of what was never said. A lyrical meditation on regret, redemption, and the power of words left unspoken.
In a place no map dares to mark,
Where shadows stretch and time grows dark,
There stands a vault of whispered pain—
The Library of Unwritten Apologies, unseen, unnamed.
Its shelves sag beneath the weight
Of confessions lost, too late, too great.
Each tome a heart that never spoke,
Its binding stitched from silence, broke.
“I wandered aisles where silence screamed, / Between the ‘Sorry I Forgot’ and ‘I Should Have Dreamed’…”
The air hums with what could have been—
A father’s hug, a lover’s “yes,” a friend’s last “come in.”
The librarian, a ghost in gray,
Never speaks, but stills the day.
A sigh escapes their ancient lips—
The only sound when truth slips.
Some books are brittle, edges torn,
Their ink faded, love forlorn.
Others drip with bitter tears,
Unfinished pleas for vanished years.
A child’s scrawl: “I didn’t mean…”
A soldier’s plea: “I came back… too late, it seems.”
A dancer’s note: “I quit before I tried…”
Each page a wound that won’t subside.
Would you dare to take a volume down,
To read the words you’ll never own?
Or would you flee, as most do,
From apologies too late to show?
For in this tomb of things unsaid,
The loudest cries are those unread.
And though the librarian never speaks,
Their sighs will haunt you—week by week.
Poem by Aidness.com
