Bitter #OctPoWriMo

(I somehow “lost” a line in my original copy/paste; I’ve edited the poem to include it now)”.)

Bitter to swallow

The thought of tomorrow.

I am filled with sorrow,

Feeling empty and hollow.

How could I know

The callousness you’d show?

Bitter to swallow

The thought of tomorrow.

My head buried in my pillow

As I sob and bellow,

Wondering why you would go?

One thing I know,

Bitter to swallow

Written for OctPoWriMo in the Rondel style