Sonnet: VI

Let me tell a story that's sure to chill the bones

The sky turns to gray but my heart is not stone

The rain starts to fall and I'm miles from my home

But you plunged the dagger in my heart now its known

Let me remove this hurt from my chest

I wont close the wound I won't though its best

I rather you are all forced to see what is left

When the blood starts to fall may I find some rest

No more I think I said it all yes it seems

But you don't listen no you don't hear what this means

Oh no I think I reached the end of my wits