A sonnet assigned to me by Winter. Hopefully this rings with somebody else here on Fictionpress. Reviews & critique are appreciated, I believe this is my first sonnet so be kind.
Sunrise in a Cemetary
At first, although broken, we were mended.
Your lips like poison, your world a treasure.
Lost in the liquor, days became blended,
Early begins a morning of pleasure.
Silence was traded for honest concern,
And anger where thanks could have been given.
In the toxic fumes, together we burned.
I longed to become one of the living.
Running away from what was in plain sight,
I peeled the blindfold from over my eyes.
Despite my efforts to gently take flight,
The cuts were deep that led to our demise.
This place is a graveyard; our bonds are torn,
But out of the ashes, new bonds are born.