Sweet Sorrow Poem by Holly Elizabeth

quiet and lonely,
she sits staring out the window,
pouring rain hitting the side of the house,
gliding down the smooth bricks into the garden bed,
heavy breathing, tears streaking down her face,
she cries to herself, pondering about what to do with her life,
isolated and forgotten, left behind, miserable and hopeless,
with no hope to go on, she sighs, turns away,
and retreats to the freedom of night,
where she sleeps soundly,
and forgets about what was.