Tuesday, April 24, 2012

sonnet ninety four

my voice strained by
a familiar heed, a cry
for your forgiveness and
begging for your mercy

thrown into a box where
the only role i play is
that who waits,until
you subdue your anger,

until you have allowed
your heart of hearts
the faith that took us

this far,the love that
cannot be shaken even
when our eyes fill with madness.

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