Holy Week Sonnet 4

Betrayed by a friend cuts deeper than bone, deeper still than flesh, laying the soul bare. Such a wound makes you painfully aware yet dulls senses, you feel only alone. The darkness of night drones on, on, on, on. Into nothing, never-blinking eyes stare. Again, again replays arise in air And like grasping for smoke, … Continue reading Holy Week Sonnet 4