Sonnet One (October 19, 2010)

Spare a look, drop your mask of forgetfulness

You can’t ignore me forever, but you will try

Hear all the arguments and points you’ll press

But you don’t say a word as I stutter by

I have means of warping visions while you write

But I’ve grown out of using them to my ends

Your cuts I kept bandaged, I still know your type

I’ve kept all your secrets despite my common sense

YOU are the reason I turned out a hurricane

YOU are the reason for every lasting vulture

YOU are the reason bile drips from my brain

YOU are the reason blood rushes much colder

In a dead end maze, with locks on the corridors

I’m losing my poise and a grip on the horrors.