To late for me

Rain soaked and saturated

Your empathy seems belated,

You held me as I shiver because I am so cold

Years have passed now. I am so old,

Left out and so neglected

I was the one you rejected,

Now as it is probably to late

You feel some guilt and some shame,

But I am now riven by the cold rain

In my very sinews and bones I feel the pain,

And it’s always there and won’t go away,

Yet now you hold me and I feel the warmth

And I cry and ask why you wasn’t there before,

All I needed was a little help

But there was none forthcoming for me,

Despite you seeing my urgent need

Did you not see how my heart bleeds,

I was dying slowly by degrees

Yet you keep ignoring me,

Walking past blind to everything

Now as you hold and comfort me,

We both know now it’s too late

Everything fading to that dark place,

I slide into an unconscious state

My life now has been laid to waste,

As my breathing gets shallow

And my eyes become hollow,

I now simply just slip away

Into a world of peace and grace,

Where I will no longer feel pain

Another light goes out, there’s no longer within me any flame.

3 responses to “To late for me”

  1. I think this is your best poem so far, it’s almost unbearable to read, it’s that resonant. 🙏❤️

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    1. Thanks very much, I am honoured and touched by your kind words my friend 🙏 Faux

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      1. You’re very welcome my friend 🙏❤️

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