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My Silent Sonnet


It’s been how long since I've seen the right side, And all of my bones correctly mended? And rightfulness inside my mind reside, Now all the real fell ill and descended. My life thrown dark springs back to the bright sun, Everyday I’m ready to tame the beast. But locked sunset tears all optimism, All this I know, that all I know the least. If you’re to blame, then you do not know so, My hateful lips locked by your guilty hands. I speak unkind to only speak of foe, Foe as my father’s words misunderstands. To curse, sin, hate inside thyself death lie, Teach me the wrong, and lead me on to die.
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