when sorrow calls

a poem i came up with out of the blue hope you enjoy it

when sorrow calls in clear ringing bells across corridors fresh in my mind and sullen sunken eyes tell tales of a lovers remorse too cold like the biting of a winters wind so cold in fact that only the sad sun of a cigarette can keep you warm the only light visible in the eclipse of a heart .and you would cut your skin in rebellion " so futile" would whisper the willow for as sure as the next winter sorrow will call again .