Survivor's Sonnet


Inspiration hits with a flash, stories written on the go. A rumble of laughter and the tale is heard only in echoes. The wind blows me in a new direction. Whom shall I visit next?

A brittle, dessicated kind of life

That has been weakened outdoors in the sun

Near deafened by the cannon, drum, and fife;

A throat that’s silent, now the screaming’s done.

This is my life, my body, after you.

You pushed me to exceed my own ability.

My brain’s burnt out; my limbs burned black and blue

You broke my pride, changed outrage to humility.

What did you gain from this? I’m useless now,

Disdained, discarded, like some splintered toy;

You won’t confirm, deny, much less allow

My question: Did you ever love your boy?

Alas! It matters not. I shan’t recover,

And you’re already tormenting another.


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