It Was Too Late
I had rejected each warning.
I hope there is something left in me worth mourning.
I was on a mission to sacrifice-
Some part of me unspecified.
Memories that I cannot define.
Days where there was still time.
Weeks that eluded me- weeks that trickled away.
A narrowing hope- a painful stay.
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