by Tracey Lynn Rose
So, now, with tears and regret -on your knees- you choose to stand;
As my broken, bleeding heart lies dripping from your hand.
As my empty eyes beseech you, to give before I break;
As my barren soul reaches out to find, there's nothing left to take.
As the cold wind passes from my frozen lips and blows ashes into dust;
As my ears echo with anguished cries of trampled love and trust.
As my weary mind goes to reeling, and my world begins to crumble;
As my body starts to sway and my words begin to fumble.
As my ideals, and all my emotions - grieve, muddled in my hate;
You kneel before me, asking now...
If it is too late.