Sonnet

This week in my British Literature class, one of our assignments was to write a sonnet (14 lined poem with a single central theme). After combining a few poems I had previously written, I was fairly pleased with the outcome:







Longing carves ridges beneath my eyes

I allow emptiness to roll onto my neck,

Leaving a wet trail,

The shadows of when he was here.

I crave that familiar feeling,

As I embrace the tears running down my cheeks;

The closest things I can feel to him.

Loneliness is when your thoughts become louder than the music,

More alive that the crowd.

It is standing in an empty street,

Watching lights change: green, yellow, red.

It is being trapped in your own mind

Searching for the beat of a breath.

It is all I have felt, apart from my love.

7-13-14

I'm hoping,

as I close my eyes,

that I might fall away.



This plane seat

would slowly grow warmer.

I'd imagine it holding me

until I'd open my eyes

and realize they were your arms wrapped around me.



Longing carves ridges beneath my eyes

and I allow emptiness to roll onto my neck;

the shadows of when you were here.



I crave that familiar feeling,

as I embrace the tears

running down my cheeks;

the closest things

I can feel to you.