Too Late

Too Late

A Poem by EternityWolf101

Anyone with a broken heart has at least once felt love, and that is better than having nothing. Just something I like to think about.


In the red autumn tide

And frozen winds of an alien place

A secluded gentleman with no words awaits


With blonde hair overturned by tornadoes

And clothes torn by hurricanes

His fingers drag through the dirt

Painting pictures with no meaning


Butterflies with no dimension dance across the sandy beach

Oceans of apathy dress the pretty grass

A broken heart pulses softly underneath piles of dirt

All for nothing


Many places once called home

Now all alone

An alien of life

An alien of humanity


Pedestrians see him as a sideshow

A freak that stares at dirt all day

And draws nonsense to ghosts


When they are gone

He cries to himself

The night sky by his side

Empathy in the sickly man's dead soul


"Please forgive me

I didn't mean to hurt you

I'll do whatever you want

Just please take me back

I love you"


It is all that is written in patterns

On the Earth's embracing canvas


© 2012 EternityWolf101

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I love this story. That is very well written and worded, I loved everything about it. Very nice.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Wow excellent poem. I really enjoyed it thank you for the excellent read.


Posted 10 Years Ago

This poem tells a meaningfull story wolf, good job! :)

Posted 10 Years Ago

Those faceless, elderly people that we all see sitting alone on park benches, muttering to themselves. Ah, such stories they have to share if you would take but a moment to simply listen..

Posted 10 Years Ago

wow so beautiful!!! i completely understand the meaning it that.... seeing as i have been through that before.

Posted 10 Years Ago

When he talks, it is almost identical to what I once said... Good job

Posted 10 Years Ago

An excellent poem. The descriptive power within this poem is fantastic! I always look forward to reading your work.

Posted 10 Years Ago

A very sad photo and poem. I have seen many alone and sad. Sometimes old memories are good to have. Can bring sadness and happiness. Thank you for the excellent poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago

I agree with Frank James Davis....impressive. Vivid descriptions. Good job.

Posted 10 Years Ago

Fascinating bit of work. Touching sentiment deftly portrayed.
Impressive offering, Wolf!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on June 15, 2012
Last Updated on June 15, 2012
Tags: too, late, poem, poetry, love, loss, man, alone, in, the, world, waiting, for, return



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