TOO LATE

too late

In Response to this poem of mine....

never too late 

 

it's never too late

for a change of heart

it's never too late

for a brand new start

By pamschwetz

 

© 2016 pamschwetz (All rights reserved)

 

too late

 

one day tomorrow won't come

that is when your life is done

so do it now without delay

cuz one day tomorrow will be too late

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2016 April PAD Challenge: Day 21

By: Robert Lee Brewer | April 21, 2016 | Comments 140

Today is Poem in Your Pocket Day! It’s a day to pick a poem to carry in your pocket and share spontaneously throughout your day. Click here to learn more. For today’s prompt, write a poem that responds (or somehow communicates) with another poem. 

Stay Forgotten

The tap tap tapping of his feet grow louder on the hard linoleum floor as his heart beats faster. Pounding in his chest, drowning out the sound in his ears and bringing his eyes to tears. He is lost. How did he get where he is? He has no idea what force brought him to this place. But wait he knows where to go, the next turn is right... no no no left. Breaking left he flies down the corridor. Pictures on the walls, bodies without faces, places he’s been before. Bursting through the double doors at the end of the hallway he enters an open plaza, and there she is.

 

This is it, this is what he was brought here for. A second chance, forcing his hand to finally make the move on… on… what was her name? What is my name? That hardly matters now, but here she is placed upon a silver platter for him to take as his liking. A noise from behind. He turns and out from whence he came, comes a familiar and distasteful face.

 

“I see you’ve found what you have been looking for,” says the vile looking man.

“Who are you?”

“I am your antagonist, I am the conflict that chooses where you step, I am your worst fear. I am your failure.”

“What madness are you speaking?”

“Take a look for yourself.”

 

Turning he notices his lost love, slipping from his grasp again. Down an alley through a busy street she turns without a glance back. Without a further look at this new profound man he is at a sprint again. Faster even than when he feared for his own life. She was more important than his life. What would be left to piece together if he let her walk out of his life again?

 

SLAM! Right in front of him a taxi from the street hits a light pole inches from his own body. Stopping momentarily he glances in at the driver, only to see the smiling face of his so called “antagonist.”

 

“Time is running out,” he says.

“Then I have no time to waste on the likes of you!”

 

Faster and faster he crosses the street and finally makes it to the alleyway that was his destination. He slows to a quick-walk, because it is extremely dark in the alley, even though it was mid-day behind him. Reaching about a third of the way through the alley he notices a curled figure on the floor… no two.

 

“This is your fault…” the man says grimly.

 

Tossing him aside, he takes a step toward her heaving, sobbing figure.

 

“Why must you cry my love? I’ve come to ask for a second… nay a first chance, that I never put forth before.”

She continues weeping for a reason unknown to him.

“Why do you weep at such a time to rejoice?! Speak to me! I’ve done my best, tried my hardest, I deserve at least a word!”

 

She slowly rights herself into a sitting position, looks up to him, and says, “Goodbye.”

 

Suddenly he is in his room in his apartment. He recalls his dream, the faces he saw, remembers who they are, remembers what they mean to him, and remembers his own identity. He lies back down, wishing he could forget.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this a few years ago, my friends back then liked it so I hope you like it too. Also I didn't have a title for it until I reread it five minutes ago.

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I AM NO SCARE YET!

  I AM NO SCARE YET!

                                      

 

   Six minutes left and got to run to the surgery,

Five and half minutes to know the accurate veritas,

For minutes to run to uncover the blood tests,

4 and half minutes to deal with the outcome,

4 minutes to walk out with the verdict spinning in my brain,

Three and half minutes to deals with the results,

Three minutes to realise, how bad it is...

Two minutes and half to digest the outcome,

Two minutes to take the certainty,

One and a half minute to make my mind,

One minute to act upon the conclusion,

Hours, to make the final exit.

 

 

              COPYRIGHT@H.NAUDET.2010.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

LET SEE WHAT DAMAGE CAN DO TO ITSELF?

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