Too Late

Sometimes, people don't realize the value of a person or object until they lose it.

Her steps,

unseen,

Her voice,

Unheard,

Her thoughts,

Unspoken,

Her help,

Unneeded,

She has been hurt,

She has been teased,

Nobody cares,

She tries,

She attempts,

She questions,

Yet there are no answers,

People think,

She doesn't care,

But she does,

And it means more to her,

Than anything,

To have a friend,

To be able to rely on someone,

To be loved,

But no one,

Is willing to care,

So she makes a choice,

And nobody watches,

As her body falls,

And hits the water,

And she is gone,

And now,

People

Care.

Reviews

[Jonah V. Syx]

I like this poem. A very strong topic of the mind in stages of giving up hope and looking for a dead end relief of the trials of life. It also displays the cruelty of humanity towards last minute tragedies that are preventable. Awesome writing!

[Sharon]

Thank you so much. I really enjoy writing knowing that there are people who appreciate it. Your words are very encouraging. Thanks :)

[.]

Sounds like me in times of difficulty, you've done a very emotional poem and i love it! 100/100 Keep up, I'll totally be reading more of ur stuff! ^.^

[Sharon]

Thank you for your encouragement! :)

[.]

No prob! ^.^

[Sharon]

:D

[Dark Rider]

I hope everything is okay with your friend and this isn't about something that actually happened. If it's not, it's just beautiful! And every bit true to the core. Amazing. If it is, then I feel terrible for what happened, and the poem dis your friend justice.

[Sharon]

Thank you. I will tell my friend about your encouraging words.

[Dark Rider]

*sighs in relief* Okay, good, so everything is okay with her. I was afraid something bad happened.

[Sharon]

Oh no..good thing though

[Dark Rider]

Really? What?

[Sharon]

Nothing bad happened.;)

[Dark Rider]

That's good. :)

[Sharon]

Yup

[Dark Rider]

:)