Too Late
Too
Late
How
long? How long have I endured?
This
wretched life and being abided.
And
yet, I know ‘tis all deserved
My
fate was long ago decided
When
I chose to think of me
As
of more worth than them or thee.
How
deep? How deep dost run this vein
Of
bitterness and empty woe?
It
oozes an infected pain
That
reeks of what I did not do,
When
I should have. Alas, no more
Can
I go back to once before.
How
hard? How hard to make it right?
To
try and win back all I’ve lost
And
with a promise flee the night?
As
hard as life to pay the cost;
For
I have learned that though I be
Filled
with regret, I can’t be free.
How
cold? How cold must this heart grow
Before
the pangs within should bite
So
deep that it would cease to glow
With
life, and death be born in night.
I
cannot shiver, cannot care
That
monsters lurk within this lair.
How
late? How late am I to come
And
turn my wrong back into right?
I
climb a hill, seeking my home
And
find a ruin in my sight.
Too
late now to rewrite my story
To
ask for pardon – to say “I’m sorry.”
For Tamara - the character who thinks it's too late
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T-T I want to give Tamara a hug and tell her again and again that it is NEVER too late. <3 <3
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