(sonnet # XVII)
XVII
It hurts so badly, sickening me now,
Just gasping for breath while crumbling inside;
Now blinking back tears and wanting to die,
Yet screaming so silently, wond'ring how
Much more you can endure, so oft beat down?
Astounded, realize now it was just lies....
You had an inkling it was but denied,
Quite blythely dreaming, crashing then profound.
Yet time shall heal your broken wings again,
And soften the shattered pieces of dreams,
The dove shall sing love songs and sweetly coo;
More soberly, perchance to truth attend;
Nor bitter either, tenderhearted be;
And mercy, wisdom, charity ensue.
09Jan11