Cona Adams Poet Sonnet

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FICTION

Inevitable Justice

(Your chickens always come home to roost.)

My soul cries out each time I see your face.
My hunger for your love does not abate.
Though I'm chagrined at how my pulses race
desire burns and sucker bites the bait.

You dangle me, a puppet on a chain,
in shame, I dance around you like a flame.
As turmoil reigns, my tears stream down like rain;
raw wounds cut deep while you enjoy the game.

But time will bring your chickens home to roost
and future pill will be a bitter brine.
Perhaps someday your heart will be seduced
as you succumb to Casanova's line.

For then will Lucifer raw fate assign,
and my atonement taste like peace divine?

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Dorian Petersen Potter October 16, 2014 at 1:34 PM That saying is so sound Cona, chickens always come to roost... Sooner or later as they say. Well written tale in another sonnet format. Very sad story, sadly, many folks don't appreciate nice people or true love or both. That's life for you sometimes. Enjoyed the read my friend.:) love & light! xxxxx D. Cona Adams October 16, 2014 at 1:54 PM Thanks to you, Dorian, for reading and commenting. Love and light back to you.