I feel this day I'm full of sorrow,
I feel this day there's no tomorrow.
I think this day of how you looked,
I think this day of what they took.
I feel your pillow and my heart feels broken,
I feel so sad no matter what words are spoken.
The words they say I hope are true,
Time is a healer and I'll get through.
A short poem from a WIP by Christina Rowell Copyright 2013