Too LateA Poem by LynGeist
How do you know when the end
Has slithered it's way into What used to be a beautiful promise? Within a moments heartbreak, All that would have been evaporates Into the blistering, unforgiving sun And passion has melted into rage. Now surrounded by scavengers Who circle in anticipation of Our ravished remains, I scream out to you. How do you know when It is too late to let go of the hate? When the birth of our love has Given over to death, And decay has set in, Then my love, It is too late for us. © 2014 LynGeistReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 2, 2014 Last Updated on May 2, 2014 AuthorLynGeistCAAboutI live in California. I am married and have two teenage children and currently devote my time to them. I have a masters degree in social work and like working with people and families. My favorite mom.. more..Writing
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