first time poet, wrote this morning

Hows the weeks been? A

I think I know. B

They really are quite sad though. B

Simply a tale dread. C

So many words unsaid,so many lives I try to thread. C

I give my head a shake, D

Bringing sobs until the tears make. D

The only other sound's the break, D

Of distant bees,bugs and birds awake.D

we are sick, the days are thick. E

Scary and deep, they have promises to keep.F

Until they have been made I shall not sleep.F

I lie in bed with families that weep.F

With thoughts of sadness in my head,G

They like to idolize the dead.G

Facing the day with never ending dread.G