In The Evening Sadness Comes Poem by Carla MacKay

In The Evening Sadness Comes



In the evening sadness comes
unwanted and absolute
the ticking of the clock taunts me, like a school yard bully
when the world outside rests, I lay my head in turmoil.
I find no comfort in nights company.
There is no solace of distraction, only the sad lullaby of my aching heart.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: sad,school
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