Sonnet V

My love is the tempest that tears apart

Heaven. And scatters the parts of my soul

Into these verses of my shattered heart,

And bleak lines of days far darker than coal. 

Agony is the poem of a world

Which has fallen to nothing without you

And from its dying face my spirit hurled

To blaze and writhe in Hell without rescue. 

With no hope of existence beyond me,

I am lost apart from you, trapped in words

Which sustain life when I wish to be free

And toss this empty vessel to buzzards. 

But careful verse is...