Terry Miller Poet Blank verse

Too Late

Too long since we met, and now too late;
words, misplaced in anger, at some point
turned inwards into bitter silence.
Small infractions soon expand to chasms
in the sleepless, fetid, endless nights
of my self-righteous indignations.
All we had so quickly lost, and why?
You were dying; I could not forgive
that you could part and be so selfish.
Leave me to face this ungodly world
that you prepared me for and did not.

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Speaks Volumes March 23, 2024 at 5:32 AM The furthest distance between those in love can be misunderstanding. Then it can be too late. Your poem speaks such sorrow Terry, but also such wisdom. Words spoken in anger can so often lead to regret... and then...... its too late. I applaud the heart felt sentiment that you poured into this poem. Truly inspiring. Terry Miller March 28, 2024 at 4:02 AM Thank you Wen.

Susan Ashley March 20, 2024 at 9:03 PM Dear Terry, your poignant poem is filled with potent thought and emotion. The remorse is palpable, such is the sad beauty and raw power of your verse. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan Terry Miller March 28, 2024 at 4:02 AM Thank you Susan

Paula Goldsmith March 20, 2024 at 8:22 AM Your "Too Late" is powerful yet sad write. Life is filled with both good/bad. Cannot look back, only look forward. Have a blessed day writing away.................. Terry Miller March 28, 2024 at 4:03 AM Thank you Paula, and you also.