The Sadness
She sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The death is sudden, expected and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with ducts that weep.
She rises from her bitter bed,
With thoughts of sadness in her head,
She idolises being dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.
Copyright © Mallorie Butler | Year Posted 2020
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