Grief

This was created to be a sonnet in my English class. Hope you like it. Love, *Heather*

When in bed she tossed and turned and breathed a heavy sigh,

Closed her eyes to fight the tears

and waited for the moon to die.

The light brings with it many a year,

When the year has already passed,

In turmoil and pain with nothing to gain,

No better than the last.

All it does is rain and rain and rain.

Grief, oh grief, bittersweet, bittersweet.

You hide in the dark cloak of night,

In the chariot's rays you leave

To find another soul to fight.

But where you truly go,

Only the dark that goes with you can know.




Originally written: October 25, 2007