Too Late
My dear ones departed and dreams denied
Forge the torrent that drowns my heart
As pride stole my chance to say the words
That I meant for them from the start
To have held them fast within my arms
Then so cherished each precious clutch
And not regret saying far, FAR too late
That I loved them ... so terribly much.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Writing Challenge 1, September 2019 - Eight Line Form" Poetry Contest, Dear Heart - Wishkobi Ode, Judge & Sponsor.
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