Putting Grief To Bed

Solitarily alone, sitting by the window, looking out at nature, watching disinterestedly while writing. Yet, a perfect landscape entices this mind, giving it such a wonderful detailing of each and every moment. Sorrow sitting alongside, watching what is going on outside, contemplating reasons that confiscate the heart. Taking my being, making it feel forlorn and forsaken, midnight coming upon me as I put sorrow's grief to bed. Continuing to write, solitarily alone for hours yet, greeting the morning sun when done.