Sonnet 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Within my heart resides a house of pain, A place where sorrow and grief take their rest. In every corner, cries of sad refrain, A desert void, my heart is desolate, stressed.

When dignity departs, the face must fade, Tears' touch has marred the visage once so fair. Who comes to play, soon leaves, the game's arrayed, In friends' cold eyes, my heart's a house of despair.

The powerful too know treachery's sting, Betrayal's mark etched deep, again, again. No soul forgets the shame that memories bring, Even hell's fire can't match this heart's domain.

 No greater insult, no deeper regret, My heart, a place where sorrow and grief have met.