TOO LATE...TOO LATE

[nora]

I gazed behind

Trouble full in my mind

Weeping my heart out while my teeth grind

Waking up at dawn only to find

That my kindle is gone

But perhaps…

Perhaps I was blind.



Sixteen years seem so short

But somehow it seems we always fought

All he wanted was peace to be brought

An apology should have been sought

Before it was too late

But perhaps…

Perhaps I was blind.



Is this how it was going to end?

With no chances of destiny to bend?

When all he wished for was time to spend

With his lilies, daughter and friend

And now my unwise choices I cannot defend

But perhaps…

Perhaps I was blind.



Too late; the time is nigh

His sweet singing soul is carried high

High above the lilies, land and sky

‘Farewell,’ I say with a sigh

But perhaps…

Perhaps I am selfish.



Now his soul is bound across the sea

Bound t the land of the free

Free souls that ought to see

See and hear the living’s plea

Too late, too late

But perhaps…

Perhaps they are deaf.



In and out he comes in sight

Like a ghost with sheets wrapped tight

Dilly dallying dreamily, with a glowing light

That shines white and bright

And every time he haunts me with a plight

“Listen, listen my kindle.

But the perhaps….

Perhaps you are deaf.”



Pulsing with emotion

I come up with a decision

I shall let go of all tension

Let go of all devastation

And now I say farewell

Farewell…

My kindle

[nora]

dedication to my dad, don't take it to be ur own

[a.k.a]

i feel you in this poem.....it's beautiful. may your pap R.I.P.

[nora]

thank u..ni vile machozi illisha