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....