Sonnet One

How dare you treat my heart the way you do!
The guilt that you induce is so complete.
It seems I am a fool, and you a shrew
Whose arrogance is far beyond effete.

I sprawl and squirm and beg for you to stop,
While on your callous face there beams a grin.
How dare you spin my spirit like a top,
And spuriously chuckle as I spin.

And as I beg for mercy, you rejoice!
How dare you deify yourself as such!
If only you could hear in your own voice
The clanging, cackling clamor of your clutch

As you in grabbing me across the waist
Now paralyze the soul that you’ve disgraced.

© 2018 A. Pope