Sonnet #1

The Blackest night and Hottest fire Within my Soul I feel The Frozen sadness I admire The pain it seems so real Flowers will wilt and friends will die I walk this world alone I feel the hatred Burn inside Whene'er I think of home Poison tongued, Sad, Spiteful witch Burns the flesh with each word Her Sharp, Piercing, Maddening, pitch Even in songs unheard Serving my punishment for no crime done But I fear, I am not the only one.