Sonnet IV (napowrimo)

In mercury twilight, I write severe
admonishments treated as selfish
whims, upon my desirous, breaks of fish
Whom I neglect without any a dear
to repair his sights--only game in rear
of the front view that is served on a dish
delightful, delirious strain, selfish
foreboding, wretched role that appears
to be my heartened warm, rigidly torn
The diluted mental-state hoods that moan
squander typical days caught by the thorn
of bliss, everlasting forms--timid groan
Violence destructs, creates fine figures--born
And reassembled passions, they go roam

By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©

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