Monday, August 17, 2015

My Sonnet

Of this opine, and in striken mind
I lose all that I am
And replacing this treat, a blind melody
Buried in between.
Love and lust, desire toward something
I must.
Looking for soothing, I lost.
Daring to someone, to trust.
23 thoughts enter my head, some of them fleeting
some of them red.
And chasing these fires to the depth of my know
I am set burning to infatuate slow.
I am set burning to the things I've known
I am set burning to love the scarecrow.
Fishing for plush savory pulling
I deny boring and let myself go
Fighitng for the day the night must fall
Only one to lay down as the sun cat crawls.

9/2012

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