Sonnet #1


United States
45° 29' 38.5728" N, 122° 43' 56.622" W

The Blackest night and Hottest fire
Within my Soul I feel
The Frozen sadness I admire
The pain it seems so real
Flowers will wilt and friends will die
I walk this world alone
I feel the hatred Burn inside
Whene'er I think of home
Poison tongued, Sad, Spiteful witch
Burns the flesh with each word
Her Sharp, Piercing, Maddening, pitch
Even in songs unheard
Serving my punishment for no crime done
But I fear, I am not the only one.


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