Too Late For Friend

Too Late For Friend

A Poem by Megan E Twenter

There's a path or reflection
through the days of misconception, 
where I once was what I am not, 
and everything I lost. 
Now are the days of construction, 
of mending my own destruction, 
the fire that had commenced, 
started by my own breath. 
I still see a smoldering flame, 
hidden beneath all the blame, 
I've left for myself, 
in a jar on a shelf, 
marked with an x, 
chug and hope for the best.

© 2013 Megan E Twenter


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Added on June 21, 2013
Last Updated on June 21, 2013