Sorrow Too Late

The pain of the past,
firmly exists in my heart.
Change I can make not,
for these events happened decades before my birth.
Yet sorrow strangles me with a heavily weighted sack
that blinds my eyes of the present.
Tears I shed for the lives long gone,
their souls marked with suffering so extravogent,
I am left in a speechless whirwind of useless emotions.
What pains me consistently is knowing that these people,
with intense feelings like you and I,
never got to hear the words they needed to hear the most,

We Are Sorry....
 

Whitney

VT

17 years old

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    the breeze of baited breath,
    roots threaten to break ground zero.
    time;
    too much
    too little
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    glass stregthens
    mirrors melt
    clouds converge and darkness reigns
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    I am guilty

    The bars which restrain me
    are but my own fault

    I am guilty

    The lifeless walls
    frozen, unfeeling
    yield no give as I fight to break free

    My crimes:
    To want,
    the stars 
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    Only A Memory

    The wind
    brushes my cheek, with a kiss. 
    Neck craned, my eyes
    skim the sky in bliss

    The scene before me,
    a canvas to interpret,
    I stare, deep within the soul of each star
    this game I refuse to forfeit.