Too Late...

by out of death   Aug 27, 2008


Mallet drawn back,
Nail in hand...
Leave me alone!
You're only a man!

We talk in that building,
But you stay there.
You're not aloud out.
But you know that I care...

The words you wrote
Live on my nightstand...
Covered in dust,
Rarely touched by hand.

But I love you...
In those hours
That you speak
I feel your power.

Your gift hangs on my necklace...
I throw around,
Almost necklace...

But I love you...
Without friends...
In my bedroom...
And in my end.

I swore you my heart,
I swore you my life...
But only on days
When I have no life.

It's no big deal...
We talk now and then...
Just not today,
But maybe again.

I'm in trouble,
"I love you" I say.
I'm in trouble.
So, I love you today.

I look you in the eyes,
Tomorrow is today...
The I realize that
Tomorrow never came...

I fall to my knees...
"I'm sorry," I say.
He sadly replies
"It's too late."

"My Savior! My God!"
I scream out in pain.
He simply cries back
"Not today."

I would really appreciate some comments on how to better this... What it could do with or with out... I haven't written in quite a while, so I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. Help me out & let me know what y'all think. Thanks!

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