Sonnet at 4:45am
January 23, 2012 § 2 Comments
Shrouded by hunger and malice,
Daybreak shatters the sword,
Daybreak shatters the chalice;
The mirror sings seven years; its word
Is eternal so seven years shall pass
Before its flimsy voice cries relief
And forgives the girl in desolate dress;
Spare us immortal grief.
Bend and bend and please do not break
Your sanity, your staple, your soul is at stake.