Poison Cup

Form: Burns’ Sonnet

The sad eyes reflecting the deep disgrace
I feel a lump rising up in my throat
As tears, again, start to trail down my face
The truth looking down I can feel it gloat
Again, I sip the chalice of sorrow
Its bitterest wine invading my mind
And confusion is all that I can find
Even my thoughts are empty and hollow
For I am the boy who could never pass
No matter what, never making the grade
As in the shadows I began to fade
A rebel child and a pain in the ass
The years, they will pass and there comes a day
From the shadows a man comes out to play

©JG Farmer 2020

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