Too Late
She walks alone amongst the crowds,
afraid she might be seen.
Dodging conversation made,
while walking in her dream.
* * * * *
But someday soon she might awaken,
to be taken by a stranger.
She'll fall in love, sure to be stricken,
for she hasn't learned the danger.
* * * * *
For her to have given all she has,
when nothing is returned,
are investments made which are too great,
without profit to be earned.
* * * * *
So when she awakens from this dream,
her spirit crushed and her heart broken,
provide her with the comfort needed,
thus says the stranger..."I have spoken."
* * * * *
I did not intend to cause this pain,
tinkered without thinking,
I stole her heart, than set it free,
now in her pain I'm sinking.
* * * * *
Though I freed her from her solitude,
I've condemned her to the gallows,
for she can't survive without my love,
how could I have been so shallow.
* * * * *
What must I do to set this right?
What sacrifice shall I make?
Is there anything that will make amends,
to the love that I forsake?
Or is it far too late?
Kevin F. Dustin
