Late for Love
I feel like I've lostthe chance to be great.
I loosened my grip,
turned my back on fate.
I lost what was
and what could have been.
Nor can I think
as to what was my sin.
I'm lacking in something
that I can't seem to grasp.
No feeling of torture
nothing making me gasp.
I can't seem to recall
that certain emotion.
That feeling of elation
at the return of devotion.
I thought I had it
once long ago.
But I moved too late
and was forced to let go.
The past was dredged up
again and again.
By friends over and over
like little clucking hens.
They didn't know
and might not, even now .
The pain I kept hidden
beneath a graceful bow.
One feeling I'm close to
I wish to be free of.
It's being too late
for once requited love.
Poetry by Mary
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Written on 2006-11-26 at 06:00
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