The Untimely death of Sorrow.

 Don't believe everything you're told



I killed her.
Pushed from the bridge to a watery burial beneath
-She was Sorrow.
The owl in the forest is mocking me.
The cat on the stairs takes delicious delight in my plight, in knowing what I did.
I fight a knife fight with Regret.
It's red ooze signals victory.
I have triumped over Sorrow.
Alas the friends of Sorrow misunderstood.
Newspapers told of a body pulled from the river.
I toasted to the last we'd see of her
while black car procession took to the streets.
How they ridicule me!
I turn up my palm
the lines on my hand form a laughing face
what is this,hades of Madness?
Startled from a dream,she is calling my name.
It cannot be!
Dear God let it be fiction,pure fantasy!
...A knock  on the wood of my door
SHE IS NOT GONE.