I keep telling people that "I don't do sonnets" (or
rhyme, or comedy, or iambic n-ameter). I thought I'd give it another
go, this being the month of poetic challenges and all:
You ask me what I'd like to do today
I know I should just tell you all my heart
I find it very difficult to say
That I would like to spend this time apart.
I love you, dear, with every breath I draw
You light up my existence, this I swear
But sometimes I need peace and quiet and more -
It's only solitude that I can bear.
"Give me one day!" I very nearly cry
I gather up my strength to say out loud:
"I cannot miss you when you're always by"
But it turned out that I made not one sound
I wandered lonely, drowned in company
My cowardice had triumphed over me.
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