Sonnet

Every word has a voice, every letter a sound
I thought that by keeping them to myself
I could keep my eyes set on the ground
But still they rise, filled with the wealth
Of the truth. The burning knife, the smoking ice
Which was so solidly pushed inside, but like the air
I tried to hide, and vanished, like a sinner I paid the price
And you, like an indifferent god, ignored my prayer,
Ripped a hole in my shadow, so brutally, now I’m broken
Wilting in the silence of the sunlight
And I sit alone on this edge, tears unspoken
Emotions not woken, wings too tired to take flight.
But still I can feel your touch on my heart.
Impossible. Love’s keeping us apart.