Sonnet Sunday's: Neverending
- Kirk Forseth II

- Mar 22
- 2 min read

I sit patiently by my beloved’s bedside
And there I will remain with no one to confide
She twitches in agony with each twist and turn
It will not be long before she will start to burn
Now, more dominant on her face are the freckles
No longer does the handkerchief have red speckles
I pray that I could ease her suffering and pain
Her moans grow louder and are driving me insane
Another red eruption, she calls out my name
I know when I see her face, it won’t be the same
I wipe away the fluid from her gentle cheek
Knowing that the outcome will be horrid and bleak
Her life is slowly leaving her emerald eyes
Her smile never comes, no matter how hard she tries
Her lungs struggle with each breath she attempts to take
With each exhale, her whole body begins to shake
The grief in my heart is too much for me to bear
More so when I look in the pale horse rider’s stare
I pick up the bottle of drink to calm me down
But even that cannot end my eternal frown
From the window, I can see the storms in the gloom
Like it was orchestrating the impending doom
I could hear my love’s life slipping further away
Knowing that she would not make it another day
Looking back, I can see my beloved sleeping
And as her last breath leaves her, I begin weeping
The months of anguish and pain have come to a head
My beautiful darling now lies before me dead
For now, with the angels, my beloved can sing
And all I have to remember her is this ring




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