Friday, January 30, 2009

The Snake Won't Bite, I Hope... (Curtal Sonnet)

There is no room for unopened green eyes
When legitimate sparkles shine for me
Those snakes will coil my day 'til their sun rise
Adjourning mine own with my tears as prize
Leeching from neck to brain, I will not see
As pride may trench upon my guise
Instead, I say, open my eyes- perhaps
To mend the heart's cynicism, and yours
Pending discouragements, dividing gaps
From which the good will birth within hours
To hope truce, perhaps...

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