Sonnets

Sonnet XIV

Darkness looms overhead now as I write

A feeling of hate, but gone on so long

I don't feel it as much as others might

Maybe I'm the screw up, maybe I'm wrong

But right now that doesn't matter no more

All I feel is bitterness and resent

It's time I finally settled the score

Last time you just didn't see what I meant

Let's clear it up now; you know what you did

Because it is much more than one thing

Everything you do makes me so livid

And you know it, so you're continuing

   One more strike of the match will do the trick

   For there's a line of oil 3 meters thick