A Poem by Jay

Whose best friend is that? I think I know.
Its owner is quite sad though.
It really is a tale of woe,
I watch her frown. I say hello!

She gives her best friend a shake,
And sobs until the tears make.
The only other sound’s the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.

The best friend is sarcastic, teary and deep,
But she has promises to keep,
Until then she shall not sleep.
She lies in bed with pillows that weep.

She rises from her crumpled bed,
With thoughts of madness in her head,
She idolises playing dead.
Facing the day with never ending dread.

With thanks to the poet, Robert Frost, for the underlying structure.