Poetry

Sonnet
Agony pierces through mine heart and soul. Treacherous Disloyalty wounds quite deep, Pains to know of purity black as coal, And blood is blue, not red of fire, I weep;
A promise kept me safe, then was stolen. So I am slain and no one is knowing, Betrayal found my heart to wound, weaken; I lie and listen to the darkness weeping,
And stillness overtakes me. My mind screams. I know not who I am, I know nothing. He took me all except my lasting dreams, And I wish I never knew his wanting,
I am done with him all and forever; And so now I end with one last shiver.