Well Versed (Sonnet XVII)

I am the truth. Emancipated The very many lies we tell To others and self as well I speak freely. Power! Uncastrated You claim not to love me, but I am not hated In fact, often, my lies are mainly a soft sell Getting my wants without going through hell For this time, where truth... Continue Reading →

Ten (Sonnet V)

Love came knocking, and I … I looked frantically for a place to hideBecause why? My Love is likely to (F)ail again - And truth be toldI am not as bold as I used to be. Love's left me so cold - ninefoldHeart shrivelled. Hung to dry. She lays wasted by my bedsideWe don't speak... Continue Reading →

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