I Was Not Born Just To Be Your Friend (Sicilian Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

I do you in my life and my days miss
but I was not born just to be your friend,
you are adamant our marriage to end,
never again to kiss or to have bliss.

I was not born for a marriage like this
where you do try me to your will to bend,
do choose not any time with me to spend,
as if you do me out of life dismiss,

at the abyss with never ending pain,
want me not present in your life at all,
you do not want to start over again
and with disrespect you do cut me small
as if I will in such a thing remain.
When I try to talk, you scream when I call.
© Gert Strydom