“Too Late”
By Ashley O’Hare
If today is too late,
what will I do tomorrow?
How am I supposed to grow
while I am drowning in my sorrow?
I did not craft
a back up plan.
What choices remain—
burying my head in the sand?
Why should I bother trying?
My heart begs for rest—
there is no one to let down now.
Everybody left.
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