The Same Old Restless, Rusting, Yearning.

The S.O.R.R.Y

A way to hide from herself;
They wont find her.
Where she hides-
Curled up, screaming in her mind.

In forbidden love she cowers.
He waits for her..
Her smile; morose,
Hidden away in her mind; exposed.

Monarchy in her home.
A noise from the kingdom,
Lures her to castle gates.
The king is dead; the kingdom breaks.

A thick smoke around her head.
She's unlike herself;
An untangled mess, a haze..
The truth of a unspoken phrase.

Looking herself in the face.
Out of ideas; without motion.
Overlook the horror;
It'll be better tomorrow.

By; BrootalHankie
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I like it

 

Thank you so much.

 

Really dark and depressing... Cool.

 

Thanks, babe.