Death In Small Doses

Shakespearean Sonnet
Death In Small Doses
 
 
Each day I must face, death in small doses.
Your parting has taken, kindness in life.
I long for the end, when it all closes.
For lost are the days, I call you my wife.
Wish for the peace and want of the feeling -
until my heart stills and frees me from you.
Left forsaken, no comfort, no healing -
shut out my mind and forget what I knew.
And when it shall come, time of my dying -
release of the burden, shall not reveal,
no cheek for my tears, my woes, my crying -
denying my fate, attempts to conceal.
         Come hold me my lord, please hear my last plea.
         For, death in small doses won't set me free.
 
 
 
Kactus Berry