Things that happen
in bad, bad ways
destroying hope
in conscious ways
finds a gentle lady
who gently weeps
then writes her thoughts
when she cannot sleep
about right's
and wrongs
she holds so deep
and can not have,
what she wants keep
She lives through hope
and Angel's White
whom appear on darkened
solemn nights
removing sights
that haunt her soul
she pays her demons
endless toll
as we talk
she turns her head
tell's me of the
dreams she dreads
'No one knows
nor will they see,
what sad, sad day's
have done to me.'
Cee Bea
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-sad/
