Why not a Sonnet?

So here’s a little something I put together as part of my Poetry Lessons over at The Cult (membership required for the stuff where I participate). I haven’t written a Sonnet for at least a decade, but since I’d been playing with Iambic Tetrameter lately, I figured an English Sonnet would make a good lesson. Nothing all that original, but faithful to the form without sounding forced, I thought:

The years have passed but still when night slinks in
and sheets are pulled up tight to chin and clutched
while sleep revolves and spins, despite the din
of bottles breaking, (booze: my final crutch),
I pray the noise will free me from my dreams,
To save me from the memory, the past
Surreal (at least in here you’re sweet, it seems),
It leaves me drained, I greet your ghost aghast
That decades pass and yet you still exist,
A faded version, amber hair gone gray,
But strong enough to wrench my sleep, to twist
Old blades with hunter’s eyes, I’m naught but prey.
Awake to morning sun through dirty shades.
Alone and whole, your specter slowly fades.

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