A Second Too Late
In the memories of past moments, where whispers collide,
I stood on the border, with my dreams cast aside.
Years of longing, a breath held in vain,
Chasing behind memories of what could not remain.
In the eyes of my parents, I am without hope,
Crying in silence, as I struggled to cope.
I couldn't be the son in their dreams, for I am lost in the night,
I too wished shine bright, yet the eclipse cut me away from the light.
The man I thought I was, a vision so bright,
Slipped right through my fingers, moving away from sight.
With every failure, I put a weight on my chest,
I try to gather the broken pieces, but never find rest.
Regretting lost moments, a pain so deep,
Weaving the tapestry of past I keep.
With heavy heartache and hope, I try to paint a new story.
I might just fail again, but it's better failing than being sorry.