Inside Madness

Inside Madness
Form: Epistle Sonnet 10

Sweet sorrow tastes good on bloodied fingers
As now the blood flows freely from my pen
But the pain of you echoes and lingers
For my eyes were blind to love’s harbingers
Telling me you were not meant for my arms
And my heart ignoring the warning signs
Stubbornness costing me my sanity
I couldn’t wish the pain away again
For me, the red flags should come with alarms
As in love I just don’t see the confines
Believing in all the old wily charms
Easy meat then for you and your designs
As I lost my mind, I saw destiny
And in my madness, I set myself free