Elayna LeSabre


Too Late - Poem by Elayna LeSabre

TOO LATE

I am enough
though blindness hides
distorts reality
‘Til I am lost
illusions deep
imagining a need

Where once I slept
on cushioned cloud
sweetened by the sun
I longed for yonder
journeys wild
valleys thickly treed

Too late I saw
I’d lost my way
a pristine river free
And all I had
beneath my frame
was rocky soil
of greed


Comments about Too Late by Elayna LeSabre

  • Rookie - 10 Points Menime Soul..'d' Ugliloner (12/19/2009 1:37:00 AM)

    Thank God! ! I wasn't too late to read this... But you know what? It's not over, 'Coz it's never too late. :) (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Nikunj Sharma (11/23/2009 2:20:00 AM)

    The key is to enjoy the journey..the destinations are boring...this poem spins images, uses beautiful words to create a poetical magic...I was also travelling with you in this...such is the power of your poetry....good work Elayna.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 30, 2009



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