White Sonnets

White Sonnets

The day was short, night crept in so soon,
Leaves shuffled away from my hurrying tread,
Illuminated solely by the light of the moon,
As down the shadowed path it led.

Coat grasped between slowly numbing fingers,
Vain attempt to hold onto some rare heat,
As the smell of decaying Autumn lingers,
And to the grip of winter I admit defeat.

Frail light from streetlights overhead filters through,
Flakes of snow freewheeling through the sky,
But upon landing those left are but a few,
Of the torrents that left clouds to fly.

And the path before me is cold and bleak,
As winter’s chill dances across my cheek.



Home I thought would be a safe haven from cold,
Yet the news that awaited, chilled to the core,
As the walls crumble and fall in my world,
A single clear glimpse of utter anguish I saw.

The numb sensation of that utter sadness,
Is one that no physical cold can show,
One I wished to run from, I confess,
My legs shook, my head cried go.

The pain, it held my heart hostage,
Weakened, as waves of pain over roll,
Pushing up pebbles of love and hope,
Then sucking them down once more.

As a tear slowly slips down my face,
Another is released, immediately giving chase.




A thousand tears have now been shed,
And the heart of shrapnel comes together,
All the silent prayers have now been said,
And we wait in this silence forever.

White polystyrene cup rests on plastic,
Wipe clean surfaces coat this place,
Starched white walls stretch away like elastic,
Light reflects the tracks upon my face.

A teardrop falls unnoticed onto clinical tiles,
A tap into my soul that leaks and drips,
Nothing but white wasteland for miles,
From my body another sob rips.

A door separates me from happiness,
It leaves me here drowning in loneliness.