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