Sweet Sonnet Of Sorrow
Surrounded by silence
She waits for her assailant to depart
The sound of a closing door
Makes her eyes sing
A sonnet of bitter joy
Her hands show her fear
Her bruises hide deep beneath her skin
Unseen wounds allow freedom to the suspect
No judge can rule
No jury can convict
Her heart and soul
Destroyed by his intangible weapon
Stripped of self worth
Laced with self pity
She raises the barrel
Hoping to loosen the grip
Of the demon inside her mind
She waits for her assailant to depart
The sound of a closing door
Makes her eyes sing
A sonnet of bitter joy
Her hands show her fear
Her bruises hide deep beneath her skin
Unseen wounds allow freedom to the suspect
No judge can rule
No jury can convict
Her heart and soul
Destroyed by his intangible weapon
Stripped of self worth
Laced with self pity
She raises the barrel
Hoping to loosen the grip
Of the demon inside her mind
