Mid-summer knight’s sonnet
To whom do I owe this grim despair?
Myself for things that seem foretold
If love gives life hath I no air
A yielding heart and blood run cold
Some nights I lie awake and dream
Constructing us as I see fit
should it collapse then I might leave
and start anew with less the risk
but trapped am I when thoughts abound
my vessel consumed, shakes and writhes
the fact remains you’re not around
thus I must craft a cunning guise
what means hath I to reach this end
for you I long to see again
This poem is about:
Me
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