In black I dressed
With sorrow deep in my chest
It held onto my soul
Slowly building a nest
Like a bird it sings
Every morning when I wake
Bringing back the pain that stings
And makes my heart break
Angelica put the pen down after writing the poem. She placed her hand on her chest. Her heart was still bleeding but writing down a few words helped a little. Now she understood why Lord Rayven wrote so many poems.
She blew the candle and went back to bed. Hopefully now with her heart a little less heavy she could sleep. She would force herself to enjoy this moment before she woke up to another nightmare. She knew things would only get worse from here on.
When the morning came sooner than she hoped she went down to have breakfast. William was seated at the table and was only eating fruits.
"You don't want breakfast?" she asked as she sat down.
