Beauty of Fear-Trailer

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

When is it too late...


Too Late
I know now I was too late.
My friend, her body gone
Her spirit lives within my heart
Her words read like a song
She suffered so in her short life
She suffered much alone
One day she chose to spread her wings
Unknown she found a friend
They shared a history and a name
They didn’t know the end
She took a risk with this new friend
Though never shared her pain
It took another to open that box
To slowly draw her out
The pain that she had suffered
The devil she did not live without
No one knew, she never told, she suffered all alone.
She got away for just a bit, but uncertainty drove her back.
She reached out to this other friend
And opened up her heart
She trusted her to keep her sane and let her tell her story
Together these friends did what they could
They let this woman in.
Her pain, her sorrow became their own
It grew like the devil within
He controlled her life he controlled her breath
This devil that she lived with.
As her contact grew sporadic
Both friends feared the worst
They knew and tried to prepare
Hoping, that all was not lost
Hope it seemed did flourish, until the day the devil wrote
They were too late, she lost her fight
against the devil that she lived with
I know now we were too late.
Our friend, her body gone
Her spirit lives within our hearts
Her words read like a song
She suffered so in her short life
She suffered much alone
But for just a while we made her smile
I hope she knows she’s not alone.
A piece of us died with her of that we can be sure
The devil thinks he won this round 
            He only won round one. 
L.E.Perez            

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