hellabella

Too Much, Too Late
By: L.B. Carter
(February 8, 2006)

So, you have returned.
You're back where it began;
to the place, in a rage, you burned;
to the place, in fear, from which you ran.

Now I am expected to forget all of that?
You're asking that I bury the past?
No hole's deep enough, my shotty diplomat,
to bury the carnage left from the blast.

You're only too careful now when you speak.
You don't want to trip over your monologue.
And tripping is easy when guilt makes one weak.
It's easier still, when blinded by Shame's great big fog.

I may still love you, deep down inside.
There is so much hurt, leaving no room for hate.
But it doesn't matter, what love I may hide-
Because it is still too much, too late.


Copyright2006 L.B. Carter