Means To My End

Obstinate eyes, worn I, dart shadows wished pretend, Spun ‘round by carousel, too quick for lines to bend, See only empty space no shackled dare transcend, Beneath dishonest moon, short innocence to lend; Well mannered hope once held from schools raw fish attend Has turned against me now, caused youthful dreams distend; And though none hear my cries, enlightened thoughts suspend Then clamor angrily, “Pure lies, this sinner’s penned!”; Rebuttals cower, lest again their words offend Long worshiped Deity, who claimed I do impend Her right to happiness; begged justice apprehend Love’s punished prisoner, whose hell shall never end. 1/16/2017 Submitted for: 12x12 Monorhyme Sponsored by: John Hamilton