Beneath Covers Of Sadness

Everything a quiver, gently probing this interior mind with a quiescent behavior, not failing to show it's face beneath the covers of sadness. Lifting edges a little, seeing tears spilling about, soaking a pillow with this heartbreak of sorrow. Nothing can console someone in these treacherous depths of grief, forsaking self, wanting nothing to do with life right now. Head hanging beneath a heavy weight, betraying both soul and heart, taking self into tides, hoping to be drowned beneath them in the undertow. Believing that the peace of death and heaven is preferable to this horrendous life.