Carla MacKay

In The Evening Sadness Comes - Poem by Carla MacKay

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.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 4, 2011

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