Sorrow
Melissa Hollingshed, Staff Writer
February 5, 2012
Filed under Arts and Entertainment, Short Stories/Poetry
Use to live on Sweet Street-
Turns out all that sugar went sour
Meadows plowed down for this concrete
A weed present-no longer a flower
Falling victim-
Somebody get chalk to outline the body
Unmoving eyes-yell “Lonesome”
But skin appears Rosey-Thorny-
Passionate Drum beats-slow to faded taps-
The music is hushed-
When sorrow enters-collapse
Happiness is crushed
