Sonnet 2

When thine own selfish hand has stayed love

 

And self-imposed famine has taken its toll

 

Starving and coveting the stars up above

 

Tired green eyes weary gates to the soul

 

Bereft of ambition consumed by desire

 

Caught in the flux of a paradox state

 

Unfrozen with cold and rejected by fire

 

Enticing disaster yet cursing cruel fate

 

Long suffering nights and sorrowful mornings

 

With you in dreams and then stung by your absence

 

Ignoring advice and crystal clear warnings

 

Surprised when the reckoning makes little sense

 

Our own dark designs withhold all vital things

Forlorn we pine for what fortune ne’er brings