Beautiful Scars Poet Sonnet

Hot Stove

There's steam on the window from the hot stove, 
             dripping sweat from my head reveals my pain-
down the crooked driveway in haste you drove,
     now only bitter eyes and hearts remain. 

           Five thousand wars have come, more to arrive,
with no truce in sight I shan't become healed-
                  I've been trying to break free and survive,
tears flowing down my face, my eyes are sealed.

     Like a pin prick to my heart, I was high,
my strong opium that brought addiction-
           then one sad day you decided to fly, 
in the rental of my heart, eviction. 

                           Now no one can save this broken winged soul-
                           I'm just a hot stove without its charcoal.


April 30, 2018

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Andrea Dietrich May 1, 2018 at 5:23 PM That last couplet wraps this one up so well, Laura, which is what a good sonnet needs to do. How do you come up with so many different kinds of poems. Amazing! By the way, thanks for my win on my Ollyver poem. I sure do hope it was really him. That win meant a lot to me.