Pain's Tomorrow

Pain’s Tomorrow Why dost the hand of love surround my throat hold hostage by each breath - lost passions hope - imprison me within hot blooded moat tethered agony - heartaches tearstained rope? Couldst not the gods if they held such powers release from bondage love’s extinguished flame allow the blessing of times healing hours erase the hollowed emptiness of shame? For love has stolen love - left me wand’ring within the emptiness of mem’ry’s dreams, victims - guilt shared – complicit squandering soft truth beneath the lies of lustful schemes. Yet they reach beyond the pale of sorrow lover’s - hope in search of pains tomorrow. 8/1/2016 submitted to – All I could do was surrender – Shakespearian Sonnet – Poetry Contest sponsor – Becca Teagan