Never To Late

[sweet_dreams]

Death and I
walked side by side.
The road turned oddly
as we round;
but from this side
I could not see-
to where my destiny
would lead.
Death's hand held mine-
t'was bitter cold
and sent chills through
onto my soul.
And drained from me
determination and will
to flee from the darkness
to where it was safe.
What good is will
when he faces you
and lifts the cycle-
what could ever shield.
When the time comes
and fate calls out,
"It's time,
bring to me..."
and says your name.

Death turned and looked
to where we'd been.
Shook his head
and sadly sighed,
"why didn't you live
when you had the chance
and all to late-
wished you had tried?
Life is short,
you should have known-
nothing is forever,
it all must end.
Why didn't you
try harder to show
and reap the joy
and give to them?
You had so much
love given to you-
yet remained blind
to those that saw.
The beauty within-
a light so bright..
you dimmed it's eternal glow.
With doubts and fears
and gave no rest
to the past-
you made it strong.
And never looked
to where the path went;
but stayed behind
and took the fall."

Bitters tears wept,
by death's side.
A soul inbattered
by forgotten faith.
Why can't life then
be lived again
and a soul learn from it's mistakes...
and be given
a second chance.

[Ravenwolfe]

:applauds: I liked this very much, Kat. Very nice, makes one stop and think about how they've been living their lives.

[sweet_dreams]

Cool. Glad you liked it. For some reason that first line popped in my head and the poem just followed. I could see death and the person so clearly. It was kind of weird.