As Is Poem by Ima Ryma

I wrote it in a better time,
When I still felt my heart and soul.
The sonnet flowed in metered rhyme,
Each sound a tribute to the whole.
It was about a long, lost love,
Who died the day we were to wed.
In grief, I prayed to God above
To let me join her with the dead.
Instead, I was condemned to live
In lost and lonely misery.
And God - I never would forgive,
For taking her away from me.

A piece of paper and some ink,
I sold my poem for a drink.