WHEN PASSION’S A PRISON

A SONNET EXPERIMENT -INSPIRED BY - YOU GIVE LOVE A BAD NAME

When passion’s a prison you just can’t break

Hidden emotions lie Fettered in chain

Her charming smile leaves the heart on a stake

Love’s blood drawn ever so slowly, sweet pain

Envelops the brooding, misting the gray

A cloak that covers the shimmering red

Hiding want and diluting what you say

Slowly it collects behind the dam, Dread

The coming days are filled with its shadow

Looming over the playing field of life

Flickering flames melt disfigured tallow

Burning hot trails with a passionate knife

Flyaway invisible temptation!

On wings escape me from my Perdition