Too Late
I know it hasn’t been much time,
but lately I’ve been stuck in my mind.
Confused on whether I made the right decision
Or if it wasn’t supposed to be mine.
I know to some this is a waste of time,
but lately you’ve been the only one
that's been worth my time.
Some say I’ve been filling my life with
lies so I wouldn’t have to cry during the
night time.
I fight my will to die, with the passion
I have to survive in a world that's been
fighting to keep my kind away from
what some people call a world that's
one of a kind.
I know this doesn’t fit under “Too Late” ,
but listen to what I’m gonna describe.
I was too late to fight for what I thought
was right and then time slipped right by.
by the time I noticed I lost the one person
that really cared about my life at the time.
I fight to show that those times when he
was alive wasn’t a waste of time. I say this
with pride and tears coming out my eyes
because I refuse to break before my mother’s
eyes.
Let’s move back in time so i can really grab
your ears and eyes. I’ve fought, fight and I’m fighting
till i can finally ask “ are you proud dad.”
If so, grant me one request which is to show me a sign.
About this poem
This poem is about me not changing for the better and well it took me losing my father to realize that I wanna change and do better for him and the rest of my family especially since I’d be the first in my family of 6 to graduate high school
Written on July 23, 2022
Submitted by E.Aguilar on July 30, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Quick analysis:
Scheme | ABCD ACAXXA CXXXBXXXXCA XXEXEXXXD |
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Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 1,209 |
Words | 264 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 6, 11, 9 |
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