Not Your Dream (Redone)

One of my older poems rewritten in the style of a Shakespearean sonnet

I once believed your gaze was a subject of pride

A bold stanza writ’ on your love, and my worth

Yet here I stand, a fool, erroneous thought

For I was cursed to belong to you at birth

 

A fruitless journey, trying to win your affections

When impossible was all you asked of me

Crushing my soul through your so-called love

Ten-fold tasks and tear stains all that’s left to see

 

Don’t you tire of standing in my grave,

Of holding the knife that pierces my heart?

I wanted to stay, to hold you a little longer

but with each of your blows I’ve fallen apart

 

I’m not your dream, I never was

I’m better now, and your lost cause

Reviews

[Kesch (Finding Julia)]

Wow, deep and so full of raw emotion....