Too Late for Regret

Piercing wind whispers lowly,

Too scared to make a sound.

Tip-toeing feet move slowly,

Silence growing too loud.

The wooden door creaks open,

Bunch of bodies gather ’round.

Making out murmurs spoken,

“Missing Person: Found”

Weaving through the masses,

To approach the fallen chair.

On the floor rests a lasses,

Same eyes, same nose, same hair.

Rope dangles from the ceiling,

Someone had to put it there.

Such an event to be revealing,

Of all who truly care.

There seems to only be a minute left,

Before it comes time to depart.

Plentiful faces all bereft,

Longing for a restart.

Perhaps if I’d known before,

I’d have a change of heart.

But now I lie on the floor,

Forever torn apart.

If only the clocks would reset,

This could be a dream.

Having saw my loved ones wept,

My actions appear extreme.

“Give me one more chance”

But it’s too late

For them

To hear

my screams