Silver Lining

Silk scarved words; silver lined apocalypse- A distant stars regret will not ever Surmount rash amounts of emotion, this Disgusting leak of Heart, preyed on. Never To match sunstroked day breaking; wint'ry Fragments protrude strangely from corpse smiles Which speak speak drifting incantations with me, A deaf mute, caged by the shine of your eyes. Traversing a circle of little Death, A cycle of red and blues: cardiac Arrest of the sweetest sortings; now to mesh Touch with sultry glances that counteract Vocal chords on the offensive. Nothing Beyond other's whispers, not worth hearing. "Silver Lining" Jenna-Nichole Conrad Wordsmith (Disclaimer: I could not find a correct, per-se, form to put this under. The rhyme scheme and syllable counting match Shakespearean Sonnets, but I would consider this more of a 'Free Verse' Sonnet. As there was no proper category for me to submit this under, and I do not want readers to believe I am submitting wrong or falsely promoting my work.)