I see her every evening as I close my eyes
whenever my deep slumber finally comes
sharing time together before the sunrise
saddened by a dawn worse than bad drums.
Then the days are long and uneventful
as I endure the life of a pitiful lemming.
Giving up my time for a minuscule handful
of peanuts, an existence worth condemning.
Yet when I see her, everything will change
as those eyes, that smile make me feel good.
Despite the turnaround, it's not that strange
but I know my place, nothing's misunderstood.
Even though I suffer through each grueling day
seeing that woman in my dreams makes it okay.
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Sonnets
PoesieA collection of poetry written in a specific rhyme pattern. I hope you enjoy reading these sonnets as much as I did writing them.
