The Sorrow of Tomorrow

I wear my melancholy like a heavy grey cape
Trailing the ground behind me as I go
So when the sorrow of tomorrow meets me she knows
To meekly weave herself into the frayed thread ends
Of those tears her mothers left for her to find

That is her place
Not loftily perched upon my shoulders demanding to be felt

 

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