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Too Late
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Death "Too Late" 11 - 02 - 01
it's numb, so dull
this world, this hopeless hole
it's dead, it's thoughtless
this cold and useless corpse
it lived, once felt
the pains of this society
now ended it's own life
with the rusted, jagged knife
it lay on the floor
so silent, so serene
not even an hour again
it expressed, had some meaning
now that hour has past
the people surround, aghast
him, of all people,
who would have thought
but no one paid any attention
to his cries of help,
THESE THOUGHTS
I can relate to most of your poems... this one just caught my eyes for some reason. take care
Kelley
Josh~
This is an awesome poem! I can relate to it in so many ways. It's one of your best.
Amanda