Sonnet #1

November 16, 2015 § Leave a comment

After you, my heart rests heavy,
Amidst the winds, before the words read,
I feel all but a life that reeks off steady,
Though it drag me and I continue to dread.

The nights we spent in goodness and glee,
cracked apart by our eyes’ meet,
I wondered if it had been the fault of me,
That you no longer pine for my retreat.

Alas, I must move forward, they say,
Pick the mud’s buds and grip to its spikes,
Hold on, the ship will soon reach the bay,
For memories act as caution to the likes.

But know they not, that this heart of mine,
Cannot live on, without you by the shoreline.


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