Sonnet 7 (Lovesick)

©2003 Alden Drake (Paul A. Haines)

My sickness has no cure save Death’s embrace
This madness of the mind that plagues my dreams.
Awake or sleeping, visions I must face
That burn my soul and none can hear my screams.
My days are spent in search of sweet release
Though none is to be found this side of death.
My nights are spent in search of final peace
Sweet Mercy let this be my final breath.
How long must I endure this cursed life
With devils’ fire rampant in my veins.
I clasp my trembling hands about the knife
And pray for Death to take away my pains.
A mortal wound, you took your love away
And now I die a little more each day.

Alden's note: The italicized line was provided by Eleanor Fairchild.