Her Sonnet of 6

 This is an end, of this I am sure,

I cannot find a little of much to live for.

These hates I have, now, are consuming,

life is something now become quiet eluding.

The death is beside me, not pulling away,

it is planning my death for one sinister day.

I hope not soon that this fear arrives,

but it brings itself in veins bled dry.

I have been broken, far beyond repair,

but somehow, one person is still there.

She sits by me at the water’s edge,

seemingly waiting for both of our ends.

But I will not jump, nor will she,

even when we have none more blood to bleed.

For her smile, my smile it brings,

for she is my Angel with the broken wings.

Reviews

[Madison A. Wright]

this is a great poem.. the rhythm and the rhyming are great. full of emotions...

[BeccaBelieved-]

For what words can I say for a poem like this? There are truly none I can say. Broken wings of Fireflies, lightness that have filled my eyes. I love this poem and there isn't much more I can put to words. Well done. Great job. Keep living, keep believing, keep writing.

- Becca