Let her sleep

Let Her Sleep The pillows are wet, lashes heavy with sorrow. Salt stains linger, etched upon her silent grief. Lips frozen, heart aching— a war rages within, mind and heart, both desperate to shield her, both failing in their own ways. Outside, hushed mourns. Inside, a storm— a volcano on the verge of ruin. Only the night knows, only the pillows understand. Let her sleep… A slumber where she’ll never return. Let her rest, wrapped in their fading warmth. Let the darkness cradle her, let the night hold her close. Let her sleep— where even sorrow dares not follow.