Filled with Regret, Regret is Too Late

Too blank are the black eyes that stare through the broken window

Too red the fists on the other side

Too fast my heart

Too loud are my screams

(I can't hear them anymore)

Too cold the barrel to my temple

Too hard the tiled floor below me

Too late to say my goodbyes

Too soon the deed done

Reviews

[Gheeneil]

Those powerful , descriptive words weaved a powerful and vivid imagery in this piece. It exactly described how one would feel over something that could no longer be taken back. Only if life has its own "undo" option. Well-penned. Keep writing.

[A.Lee]

Wow, what a gripping piece. I love the way everything is exaggerated ("too red", "too fast", "too cold"). I also really liked how you just give us a little piece to the puzzle in each line until the very end where its all put together. Spectacular write. You conveyed a lot of emotion though this almost panic-stricken or claustrophobic as PoppySilver said. Well done.

[Ruth]

The repetition in this adds a flavour of claustrophobia, which is always good!
This is unsettling, really like it:) xx

[Alicante lullaby]

Sounds like someone comitting suicide....wow..Too cool a poem.loved it.

[StoryTailor]

Haha, You already know how I enjoy repetition. I especially liked this one, the words maybe? Or simple was it the way it was worded? I don't know exactly why, but I enjoyed this greatly, I commend you for that.