THE RECKONING
- Dark Poets Club

- Dec 3, 2025
- 1 min read
By Mary Denise Lyons

Day fades like missed chances.
Time slips away. No rewind. No replay.
I see – too late – how blind I’ve been;
The words I’ve left unspoken, the dreams left unachieved.
Time demands its reckoning.
Now in the growing dark I mourn
My children who were never born.



