Saturday, November 14, 2009

Sonnet 5

Trapped by my own shadow in twilight
My heart is a maze of confusions
Your voice, your words, lead me back to light
Surrender the burdens of these contusions.
This shade hangs on me, cruel spectre
Haunted by a past I would relinquish,
Never wanted life to take this vector
Only your presence helps me vanquish
All that haunts me in my soul--
I long for the freedom brought by your fingers,
Value each of these seconds that we stole.
Once the sheets cool, your presence lingers.
Wrapped in my own chains,
The “We” is all that remains.

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