Vines

March 10, 2011 at 8:17 am (Sonnets) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

For love, I gave my heart and lost my head.

One look from him was all that I desired,

But still I ran from him – dry-eyed, I fled.

Fear of the future, of secrets – I risked fire –

Soul burning agony. All for freedom.

But there was no freedom in that dark place –

More pain. More chains. More fear. And now, no him,

No love to save me, and so I must perish.

Perish pining, darkly burning in strife!

Regret consumed me. Overwhelmed my soul.

In wandering thoughts I laid down my life,

I let my wits away, and gave up control.

But my knight arrived and in his hand took mine –

Too late my mind was caught in sorrow’s vine.

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Internal Battles

January 16, 2010 at 12:47 am (Poetry) (, , , , , )

A war wages within every person, a battle of wits, strength, and will.

Turmoil fights to raze your heart, while serenity defends it eternally.

The internal balance of emotions all depends upon choices and mistakes.

Even though they fight each other, neither can survive without the other nor can one side win.

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