Too Late
[Regret,
Even if
it holds
sincere guilt and grace,
Isn't it somehow
too late?
The age-
to think,
it holds such
miserable tales
and flames.
It's a
dark mark left,
with scars and pain.]
Copyright © Thum Chiean Tien | Year Posted 2016
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment