Too Little, Too Late

Foolish child
He thinks that no one knows
what thoughts consume him
on a daily basis
The pain that he tries to ignore
but he can't seem to deny
He wonders how many truly know
that merciless feeling
Slipping, sliding into the black,
unaware of the cavern's depth
Fearing the interminable darkness,
and desperately reaching
for something to brace the fall
Knowing that nothing
can ease the descent,
save the love he thought
he'd never received,
but in reality,
just didn't recognize
Too little, too late