Andrea Beyer Poet Sonnet

Within Him

With him hid a thousand sonnets 
That couldn’t fit into fourteen lines or 
Even words. 

With him hid poetry
With him hid my frightened heart
With him hid my fears as he took them by the hand 
To a far away land. 

Among him settled my sadness as he took it all in,
Oh! Within him was courage to hand 
me a gun, with the power to pull the trigger 
Hoping I wouldn’t because maybe my 
Hand wouldn’t slip.
That maybe kept his glistening green eyes 
Glued to my crooked smile and boring stories. 
                                                                        ~ Andrea Beyer

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