too little too late?

I feel like it's too late, the wreckage is already strewn around me.

there's no going back they say because there's no hope of survivors now

but a child cries out beneath the smoldering damage, crying out for someone to come save her

I'm the only one that hears her, the quiet frail scared voice crying out to be saved, praying someone has a shred of hope for her left

I know I do but it's fading fast like the sun falling beneath the trees and I can't bring myself to act upon it

and her hope of being rescued disappears as the clock ticks off another minute wasted.

So I feel I have to keep this hope, only for her, so that maybe just by me doing this she'll fight for life a few moments longer

~MS

-uhh yea this sucks i know, i've tried revising it like 12 times but i can't anymore and yea i just don't care right now, maybe edit it later? nobody's gonna know what it's about anyways besides maybe the flying duck.