Sonnet No. II
Breath So Vile
©2010, Olan L. Smith
Abortive; thus a cruel emotion reigns,
And I ― inferring not as who is true;
Who bears a wicked heart so black with stains?
And yet— as I do walk this earth anew,
And wishing not to breathe a breath so vile,
When — we are brewing darkness, evil looms.
If I revolt and thus should come your bile
A fire would not bewail and thus so grooms
Our fate, and who will wear a scar or dons
A face so marred and eyes as dimmed by hate;
And if an omen does so deem or fawns,
And when a moment eyes should meet too late
Or do each other greet and lust for more,
A wind is come, an icy breeze is lore.
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Sonnets Written by Olan L. Smith
PoetryI am moving many of my singly published poems into collections, and in this collection will reside all my sonnets I have written, and will write in the future--I hope you enjoy. Love, peace, and freedom, Olan L. Smith aka Cotton Jones. (Cover credit...
