|
Sonnet 22
by Ken HarnischSo what is it I am supposed to do
Now, when the black wreckage no longer flames
You have forgotten me, and I should you
Yet I wonder if it would be the same
Had you left swiftly, and I let loose tears
Would it have ended neatly, with no fuss;
With neither wondering through the years
What simpler fate might have befallen us
Then your image would mean nothing to me
As I lay lost in another’s embrace
And I would not spend any gravity
Nor give your life a single thought, or trace
Instead I conjure you in nightly dreams
Which you have never left, or so it seems
01/16/2015 Posted on 01/16/2015
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/16/15 at 11:34 PM I'm to sure if I write about 'love' as much as you but I have many of the same feelings. My problem is I'm not sure I can really define 'love'. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/17/15 at 03:43 AM Lovely work, Ken. Somewhat applicable to my own life. Killer ending. |
|
