sonnet

for you i'd tear the sadness from my soul,
we writhe abed and never lose our way.
though loving ways have turned a heart to coal,
i still can hear a friendly whisper say:

our lies are just a way to never hear
that crying burns and never really heals,
and sighs are simply echoes from a tear,
and you are really all of my ideals.

so now i sit and stare upon the stars,
to dream of who i wish i might become,
a night so dark it makes me see the scars
that never scream their cries 'till i succumb.

and if, dear friend, the monster turns out real,
i'll look to you to find a light to heal.