Here is, as I promised to Heather, my Italian Sonnet that I wrote for Creative Writing.
Why couldn’t you have stayed closer to me?
I saw it tear you down, like its dinner,
Feasting on your pure flesh like a sinner.
What I wouldn’t give to have you be free,
Of this life and death and insanity.
You were so proud you were getting thinner;
If you had only worn your new pinner,
You would not be this monster; a zombie!
I understand now what I have to do,
Though it requires me to steel my heart;
Please know that I do this out of true love,
And not because I no longer love you,
But this pistol in my hand says we part
Until I see my angel up above.
"Poetry is to prose as dancing is to walking." - John Wain
p.s. A pinner is a ladies' hat that keeps her hair contained, so she won't be dragged down by zombies. Invest ladies!
p.p.s. Please give me an idea as to what I should title this poem, as well as any others you read without a title. And if you read a title you feel doesn't fit, or you have a better one, be unafraid to offer it up.
