Sonnet of Thee


To sing of thee is troubling of mind
But to be silent is cold, like frost
Your light was broken, your words, dark, unkind
Your hollow eyes looking down to me, lost
Praying for release of anger kept deep
Below the surface of your breath shaking
In a valley of drought where no one sleeps
Blow after blow, hitting beyond surface
Stay, You say, Stay with me my love or else
I try to defend your verbal attack
But nobody cares about words that belt
Until words appear on your wrists, black
The thought of thee is hard on my lung
But even harder on my severed tongue

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