Too Late
Everything gone, and lost
Images, Memories, misperception
You should do better,
Echoes, jingles, cries, agony
Flashbacks!
Extreme anxiety swallows you up,
You make a choice,
Pangs of guilt, repentance,
You seek God,
Then you forget him.
You could have done better.
Regrets, consequences, it’s too late.
And there is no turning back.
Copyright © Debra Mo | Year Posted 2016
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