A Poet's Psalm of Life

Sonnet of the Heart

Do you delight in torturing me

Oh supposed friend of mine? I thought

That best of friends destined we were to be.

But I’m just a little toy to you, you thought

To use, abuse, and leave me to rot.

And on to another you would run

As for me you care one bit not.

So you left me like a fish in the sun

To think in you I once felt deep love

But now it is you I do not trust.

No more shall I come to your gallows grove

So now our love crumbles into dust

Abuse me again you shall to never

Now get out of my life forever.

Clark Smith