Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Anger 1 - Sonnet
Spare me my gain which I have cast out yonder.
Thou cannot bide in my creature’s dear appeal.
Go to a place unknown to thee and ponder.
My own pleasure has no open room to steal.
My bliss delights not in thine theft, so leave.
Go away hoarder of my heaven, it's filled.
Within thine self find thou pleasure to thieve.
Thine grisly wishes are drowning in guilt.
Gasping for air, thou submerge,
down into the pain of thy loss desiring to have cover.
Once thou realize what the missing link is thou will emerge,
Then I will think of thee, a coward no longer.
Take thine hate and spite from my blissful presence,
for I have gone through my own anguished decadence.
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