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

Date: 3/23/2024 5:32:00 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
Date: 3/28/2024 4:02:00 AM

Thank you Wen.

Susan Ashley

Date: 3/20/2024 9:03:00 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
Date: 3/28/2024 4:02:00 AM

Thank you Susan

Paula Goldsmith

Date: 3/20/2024 8:22:00 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
Date: 3/28/2024 4:03:00 AM

Thank you Paula, and you also.