Venom

Shakespearean Sonnet

So afraid to stand up and run
Not enough strength to open your eyes
Be gone not as fast as it has begun
Too bewildered, too deaf, to swallow advice

Unable to learn all that was once taught
Empty notebooks but yet a blank pen
Tired and worn of the battle you have fought
When will it end? Who knows when?

That venomous little serpent did it bite you
Venom so sweet you willingly drank from its fangs
Poison of which you did not have a single clue
Would give you a rope to willingly hang

The path laid before me, its too dark to see
Heaven shine a light down on me