My words are silent,
Whispers on motionless lips.

My hell is invisible,
Hidden by cracks on alabaster skin.

My love is an omen,
Death beckoning in lifeless eyes.

My future is forever,
Frozen in the annals of time.                   
 

Posted/Updated on June 6th, 2019

Comment: The beast awakens. Okay, more like a stomach bug. Sick days are fun when there isn't anything to do but stay in bed. Crappy poetry—or something—ensues. I'm sure someone else could have written this better than me.

By the way, this is a companion piece to my 6WS "Dolly". I really should look up the rules on a sonnet.