Etched in my Heart
A sonnet written in iambic pentameter
The unrelenting rain drowns my whole heart
In heavy sighs to pummel dreamy lies,
Staining all the affection from the start;
Anger ignites to let the monster rise
Days of past phase through my mind, trying to
Breach what has already been forgotten.
“It is just a scratch,” I say, though I rue
The vile person, crippled and rotten
Who knew one so close could cause so much pain?
It is not a scratch; it will never fade.
Just like the unrelenting toxic rain,
The words are hurtful and carefully made
But, now, I am free, happy with new life;
Away from the pain and my parents’ strife.
