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.
(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.)
Copyright © Jenna-Nichole Conrad | Year Posted 2012
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