The sonnet I have composed is about a toxic relationship where the more the lovers try to make things work, the more they destroy one another. It is about realising when to let go and setting yourself free, no matter how much you think you may love someone. I was inspired to write this after delving into Sonnet 146 in class and learning about the relationship between the body and soul which, in some way or another, is reflected in the relationship between the lovers in my sonnet.
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
Your voice carried by the wind echoes in my ears
My heart on a hook like a fish t’was caught
Your face born again in the sea of my tears
A love so brutal, even Satan begged for mercy
Our arms were heavy, from catching one another
Both of us were trapped, from thinking we’re not worthy
What is there to do, when you’re broken by your lover?
The language that brushed our lips was sour
To please you was like dancing across the blade of a knife
The King and Queen who couldn’t agree on power
Do not blame me, for even the stars choose death over life
How to forget? There’s no manual, nor instructions
Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction