Sonnet 45
Prime powder of your presence pleases me,
Blessings of beauty bare and not betrayed.
See it is she that Sue inside I see,
The only way to kiss my death and maid.
Failing to breathe, or the guilt to believe,
That Sue is not the answer to my pain...
I drink 'till wells are dry as I deceive,
The sun as if it will not dry the rain.
Life is the love that fills my filthy lawn,
Like light that bites the lunar dust of moon.
'Twas I inside that lied and now the dawn,
Communes my cause of ill I shall kill soon.
Please promise me to not punish my pride,
If Sue inside leads to my suicide.
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment