Guest Poem: Sonnet Zero

Guest Poem- Jacob Oliver

Sonnet Zero:

So here we are, love, we start it again,

You like to be seen, I like to be heard,

Shakespeare doth remain scared o'er our quatrain,

fluttering away, my sweet little bird,

Why, oh why, twisted Lord? Your iron vice grip

suffocates my last breath for my love

and yet your plan leaves wounds from your harsh whip

as I start again, slipping on your glove.

Does it truly get better than this? Or

is that sick comfort just a sick pretense?

My heart aches like lapping waves on a shore,

lungs gasping, thorny love at my expense.

Please, please, for once in my forsaken life,

I start again, relieve me of my strife.