Sonnet 465
Excruciating, thrusting inside me,
Extreme compression forcing to the floor.
Fog intensifying; I cannot see,
The squeezing, Stop! I can’t take it anymore.
Now things have changed, life has become a bore:
Strength, Optimism slowly leave my thoughts
Hopes and dreams shattered; goals are nevermore.
All is lost, everything I ever sought.
August sixth, what possibly could I’ve caught.
Is it a virus or a plaguing illness?
Maybe if I had the strength, if I’d fought
Rather than win, I’m stuck with this sickness.
A cloud of darkness, facing an abyss
Help me get back! Because it’s Brooke I miss.