flames doused

So I guess I was wrong,
It’s buried somewhere,
Under a pile of something,
To be found at a later date,
And we’ll all have a good laugh.
That’s if we’re still plugging along,
After this last explosion not so sure,
Just another one of those days,
Embarrassed to be in my own skin,
Not enough apologies in the world.
The worst kind of somebody,
Clinging madly to handfuls of nothing,
Destroying what little was left,
That’s fine, I understand, go ahead,
Do what you must and I’ll just shut up.
In the early dawn it all still remains,
Emotions like flames doused,
But all the other issues all the pains,
Nothing has changed, nothing fixed,
Slap another bandage onto your wounds.