Too Late

November 7, 2008
By Devin Morrissey, Bolingbrook, IL

The hall is very cold
And my heart beats very fast.
The light is much too bright,
Crying faces match my own.
We hurry, but too late,
The beeps become a drone.
I see her, no,
I see her corpse.
The door is shutting closed,
I’m not fast enough.
I stumble, it shuts,
She’s gone.


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j~l~w said...
on Jan. 11 2009 at 4:24 am
Whats this about? I like it, but it kinda frightens me.




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