Too Late
The wind blows suddenly,
and once again, change moves time,
the Earth feels shaky,
as I grasp onto anything within reach.
My heart cries out in silence,
while people whisper and stare,
wondering what could have happened,
and how to clean up the mess I’ve made.
If only someone would have warned me,
the suffering I had in store,
I would have acted on the impulses,
to become something more.
And now, time has fallen beneath my feet,
and there is no relief in sight,
a silent whisper has no meaning,
and children have the next chance
at life to heed the warning.
Tomorrow will be here with or without me,
no more stagnant water in the stream,
as beauty has all but forgotten me,
I wait, alone for darkness to cover me.
It’s too late.
Kind of a depressing poem, but it releases the sadness and helps me get on with the day.
Until next time, stay safe, and be blessed!
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