Is It Too Late?
By DH
Is it too late to save my soul from its evil flesh?
Without causing me harm or laying me down to rest?
Because my body has led me down a destructive path
And my soul is scared of the future because of my wicked past
Is it too late to wash my heart and make it clean and pure?
Because right now it’s dark and dirty like never before
In my dreams I’m making wishes and I can barely sleep
These nightmares eat me up like a Thanksgiving feast
Is it too late to use my mind before it goes to waste?
Because I know I can transform it into something great
It’s been abused by my thoughts for so many years
And tarnished by the pressure from my stupid peers
Is it too late?
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Powerful.
It’s never too late to follow your dreams, to change to grow, to give you heart a second change.
NO! It’s not too late. The fact that you wrote this great poem is proof of that! Please keep writing and please keep moving forward. It’ll be hard…but it’s never too late. I’ll be on the lookout for more of your stuff.
DH, You have a gift for written expression and transferring your thoughts onto paper. Your introspective feelings come through loud and clear in your writing. No, it’s not too late. You have the power to make positive changes as evidenced by your ability to want to change. Your line, “These nightmares eat me up like a Thanksgiving feast,” is an awesome way to connect an unpleasant thing (nightmares) to a pleasant memory (Thanksgiving feast). I encourage you to read good books that will help you continue to use descriptive vocabulary in your writing. Thank you for sharing, I truly enjoyed reading your poem.
DH — It’s never to late! Thank you so much for sharing your feelings through your powerful poem.
It is NEVER too late. You are NOT a lost cause. Beautiful poem, please keep your head up and I mean that
Never too late . . . we all make mistakes, do stupid things we regret and wish we could turn back the hands of time. However, it is within you to make positive changes if that is the direction you are looking for. It’s all up to you.
None of us can change the past but we all have the power to change our future.
The idea of a mind being abused by its thoughts is a good one. Guess we all have to do whatever we can to make sure that doesn’t happen. It’s never too late for the turn-around.