Softly-Spoken Amelioration (Sonnet)

By Steph Kenific

We want to know what time you will return.

Oh, will you please forego all this delay?

And spread the misery I know I've earned…

Everybody can see you'll come someday.

No, you cannot ignore the taunts I've made,

all the trouble I've caused for your regard.

I know your confidence has been betrayed;

we see how your esteem has been most scarred.

And yet you are unwilling, now, to show

your face in all the rage I'm sure you've got.

We were sure that you'd be here long ago…

You won't fall in to my deceptive plot.

It is now clear to me that you won't come

and yet I feel that I have loosened some.