Precipice....Rubaiyat sonnet variation
I'm standing with my back against the wall;
your steep suspicion holds me in a thrall.
There is no shelter from your carving tone,
I try to shut it out, ready to fall.
Our sunny days of pleasure now seem thrown,
the future stopped to beckon, is it blown?
My thoughts are tightening into a knot,
instead of whispering sweet words, we moan.
I don't see an escape, I am distraught
and powerless, this isn't what we sought.
Once we were mates, approachable and close,
yet now we are adversaries, drawn taut.
Still even now, what I wish above all,
is heartsease returned, would that could befall.
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