Sad, Sad Poem by Cee Bea

Things that happen
in bad, bad ways
destroying hope
in conscious ways

finds a gentle lady
who gently weeps
then writes her thoughts
when she cannot sleep

about right's
and wrongs
she holds so deep
and can not have,
what she wants keep

She lives through hope
and Angel's White
whom appear on darkened
solemn nights

removing sights
that haunt her soul
she pays her demons
endless toll

as we talk
she turns her head
tell's me of the
dreams she dreads

'No one knows
nor will they see,
what sad, sad day's
have done to me.'