Another Sonnet

[skull_bearer]

Dreamcatcher

He speaks, I throw you out to him again
A bound up goat to bait the tiger away
A fair young maid offered up in chains.
I cower behind your grim-set sheild and stay
far out of reach from cold and cutting words
Meant kind and light and not aware they cut.
You take the blows, the harsh cruel verbal swords
While I just duck and hide unscathed, yet but
The slice in still, behind your guard the steel
Goes deep. He turns away, a father free
From his child's clutching hands. He does not feel
Their touch. His eyes closed so as not so see
My tears. He walks away, his heart is light
While I am left with you against the night.

I is me. You is Mirek. He is my father.
Inspired by my father's wish to move to South America with his new wife. I don't think it's occured to him that I will miss him horribly. Considering that I've asked him if I can come more times than I can count and he has always refused, I don't have high hopes of ever seeing him again after he moves.

And yes, I do like sonnets.

Comments

[halokitty69.livejournal.com]

I like this poem. I don't know why, I just do. I like the way it flows :)