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Too Late/ A poem

Updated on October 6, 2012

Too Late

Clouds form in my eyes, tears are falling, no one sees me cry.

Storms are raging in my heart, chaos and pain tear my soul apart.

Hurricains of thoughts race through my mind, destruction and hurt are left behind.

Hope and dreams are shattered like glass, a graveyard of ruines as I walk past.

I sit quietly ,there are no words to be spoken, I cannot repair what has been broken.

Is my spirit lost forever?Is death my only fate? can I be saved,before it's too late?

Theresa Bauserman


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