Sunday Shorts: Sonnet I
By Sarah Cate Anstey, Oct 9 2016 07:02AM
Down dark hallways I encounter,
Phantoms of my miserable past.
My arms wide open, tear stained eyes ablur
Their forms were never meant to last.
In such times of trouble and despair
I turn to you to find the way.
No longer believing in repair
I endeavour to keep your love at bay.
Will I ever meet Peace, relax?
Am I destined to wonder all my days
Melting away as used wax?
My life no more than a sad haze
As I begin to fade
Into just another shade.
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