Sonnet 2: Once
The pain slumbering in my mind churns hot,
tacit reminder of love and life gone,
though its shadows are ne’er to be forgot
in a lost twilight ever seeking dawn.
The pain roiling in my heart churns ablaze
fed by churlish words delighting in harm
from the mouths of those imparting malaise
from sticks and the stones, breaking leg and arm.
‘Tis long forgotten when love did adorn
the simple, soft pleasure of holding hands
unrecognizable now through the scorn
our fists raised in rage, as hate now demands.
How can love leech down into fetid ground,
where once fertile soil our love did abound?
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