Sonnet 2

Signed up for love, welcomed humility

And pain, each with their own distinctive voice

Into my song, their voices fighting futility.

Walking towards You is my daily choice.

Help me neglect these lesser melodies found

In sunlit grass. The wine, sweet and easy

Makes me forget to love. I am bound

By its music which vows to appease me.

My heart thrills to its cadence, its warm theme

But it is empty, devoid of all renewal.

Lies run through it like a ragged seam

My freedom is found in patient refusal

Meet me here in this closet darkening

Where at last I stop, in the stillness harkening.

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