Too Late Poet
TOO LATE POET
Too Late
ink bled out in childbirth
pages curled in sorrow
crumpled, torn in pain
too late
she took up her pen
Too Late
mentors dead
joy dormant
sorrows burnished
too late
she took up her pen
Too Late
vexing visage
crows fingernails and toes
fading wit
too late
she took up her pen
and
tranquility
was
her
name
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