Poison
Blood drips from a rose thorn in the spring rain,
your words resonate, humming in my ears.
Love, the cruel word, seeps from my lips in shame
while the bite from your lips has brought me tears.
A wicked game played, my heart, the dice rolled.
I came out the loser, 'tis sad but true.
A cowering heart shall one day be bold,
for now, my colors are fading in blue.
Shall time alone heal the aching within?
You laughed when I shared my adoration.
Days pass with head low, I walk in chagrin.
Your banquet has led me to starvation.
In time, I shall no longer taste your poison.
True love shall free me from this web you have spun.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 14, 2012
*English Sonnet
for Debbie and Cyndi's Sonneteers Contest
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2012
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