The girl named sorrow


Today, I met a girl
Her name was sorrow
Depression was her best friend
Pain and lonliness her escorts
Solitude and quietude were her sisters whom she adored
Together,they created a vacuum too tight
And an abyss so deep that noone could penetrate
Unwept tears lay frozen in her eyes
While hope,her caged bird chose to fly away
Indecision and Insanity stood guard
As sorrow washed away into another day .

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