[Kiddalee]: 225.Poetry.Formatted.Not A Sonnet

Not A Sonnet

by Vicki Sue Nemeth

What now, oh broken heart, oh lonely sorrow?
Why now have you become so loud and deep?
What soon shall happen to the drink you feed on
Since longer not will you be put to sleep?

A candle burns most violently, they tell me,
When flame and power it is soon to lose.
So do you wish to now produce a memory,
That in your death, at least you'll leave a bruise?

What stubborn will hath sorrow in its dying!
What strength is given it by loneliness!
And as they roll and tumble with each other,
What loss one takes when soon dealt aidlessness!