Sonnet 96

So do you still call out my hate cursed name
When sunset’s stage is cloaked in dark of night;
When fearsome caricatures do haunt your dreams
And beads of sweat your precious skin does blight;
Do you awaken then in abject fear
And search black shadows for some proof of me;
Or yet to phantom phones that ring quite clear;
A call of nothingness to hear or see?
For nothingness is all that shall remain
Save memories of bitter barren days,
And in your mind I shall embrace all blame;
Your iron ego still all truth to raze.
In cruel lies you did my heart malign;
So may my memory haunt you for all time.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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