Torture of Love

Time standing alone at the forest’s edge
Open at the breath of life on the ledge
Rare mystery hangs on the boughs of trees
‘Til melancholy takes over with ease
Used eyes cling to the floor of rain soaked moss
Random thinking no longer gives a toss
Errant heart lost a closed mind would allege
Tamper the promise of a lover’s pledge
Of a whisper echoed upon the breeze
Real promise or just another cold tease
More sweet words coated in shiny lip gloss
Excruciated heart in depths of loss
Near is the torture of sweet love divine
Tormented soul must yield and take the wine


©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Amanda’s Dark Sonnet Registered & Protected  FDOQ-IDDQ-UXCA-MHVP


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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