Treasure Island

Naoimh Spence

(26/10/1990 / Northern Ireland)

Sonnet VI


Gone are the days when I freely spoke my mind;
I haven't written from the heart in a long time.
I turned from my feelings, fearing what I'd find
If I dared to admit it; to love her is a crime,
One I cannot comprehend. To the roof I climb
And seek out my Heaven, a lonely place afar
Wherein she cannot hear my song, my rhyme
To her, and cannot feel the burning scar
Of where we once touched beneath a distant star.
But that was long ago. Left behind like desert sand
And ancient tales and the strings of an old guitar.
Desire is something I'll never understand.
Still I remain here, complete but brokenhearted.
Perhaps it would have been better had we parted.

Submitted: Saturday, September 17, 2011
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