Sonnet II

Why should I compare it to a spring day
When her love resembles a winter storm?
Left in loneliness — it is there I stay
Waiting — for what? I can no longer mourn.

Loving lines, I lied.
To feel safe inside.

And like a dog, rabid eyes shining black,
I stumble from heart through head; and knowing
Nothing matters here, I turn on my back
Despite the sores that continue growing.

Loving lies, I tried
To reverse the tide.

Afraid of the many dark clouds above
Me, I stir the fire within my soul’s eye;
Hoping I might heal the pain made by love,
I cut with razor-blades that never lie.

Loving life, I died
With nowhere to hide.

I can’t ease the pain with even one tear;
It must be best that the ending is near.