(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
