A Dead Boy's Sonnet Poem by Jimmy Brouwers

This Failure hung from Death's noose;
Hooked and severed, thank his deuce
Highly strung Like Cupid's bow
Pale skin shone, a reddened glow

Once a shrouded-Mind like arabesque
Now nothing more, but statuesque
His life to dark for the Sun to sheer
A silent scream, a whispered jeer

To Three the pendulum slowly swings
a final gasp as rope-tight wrings...
His time is up, the clock struck twelve
Another grave that'll be deeply delved

Happiness never escaped its rift...
Yet people sifted his life as gift