Description: Another poem inspired by Twilight. I have a few more in this series, but then I'll be posting some of my other works.
Too Late -------------------------------------------
I raced against the clock
For a life other that my own
The end growing nearer with each tick or tock
The thought of after
Chilling to the bone
I hoped and prayed for the best
yet as I ran inside
I nearly found the worst
There my angel lay
Battered and broken
Writhing in pain without rest
Decisions, what must they be
She screamed yet again
I thought quickly
My angel was in agony
One glance and I made my resolve
Soon after her look of pain dissolved
I shuddered at the thought
How close I had been to being
Too late
Submission Name: Too Late
