Too Late

Too Late

Tara Nicole Walker

10/2/2001

Heavy lids and heavy heart,

She strode dejectedly in the dark.

Mourning her life and the path it had taken,

Wishing she didn't have to be so forsaken.

Yet another day she sells herself cheap,

Only so her family can eat.

A high school drop – out without a skill,

All she wants is for herself to kill.

Every day she loses yet another piece of her soul,

Living a life of tarnished gold.

On the inside she cries out in pain,

As every day she gives another part of herself away.

Many times she lies there and cries,

Only wanting to curl up and die.

The scum of the street is the reputation she bares,

No one is there for her and nobody cares.

She clenches her teeth her nails tear at her own skin,

Why does another working night have to begin?

All she wants to do is get the hell out,

But she is trapped in her own life as she hears her soul's shouts.

No hope is offered her, no helping hand,

Her dreams fall away like fingers and sand.

All she wants is some hope and maybe some trust,

To leave behind this life so full of men's lust.

She tries to get out again and again,

But no one is there to help her begin.

She finally gives up and accepts her fate.

"It's so hopeless," she thinks, "It's just too late."