Mid-summer knight’s sonnet

Thu, 07/30/2015 - 15:39 -- kidkabi

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


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