sonnet 22.5.13.

I doubt Ill love next time Im cut to core
I cant stand being alone for long I know
Grief wont reduce down much I cant ignore
Im marked by many mood swings to and fro
I cant wind back the clock and start once more
The bad times didnt drag me down so low
You didnt boost back me Id still adore
Your pledge to supplement things proved a show
It wasnt healthy how I would depend
Ill keep myself live alive Ill sort and stack
Ill love acquaintance Ill friend lightly back
Its time now that I my real self extend
I shall not let my fierce pain burden folk
I will not weep on shoulders fit on yoke
Chorus folk people colleagues