Sonnet 1 Poem by Joshua Pickron

Is love something you can feel?
Or is it just something to make you ill.
These pains in my heart are unreal.
They are just enough to kill.

Day in, day out, it never goes away.
Like a roller coaster my emotions soar high and low.
There is nothing you can do or say.
These pains just continue to grow.

People say without pain there is no gain.
But what can you gain when you’ve lost it all.
There can be no other, my hearts been slain.
Sitting by the phone waiting for her to call.

Somebody give me a gun, I’ll end this pain.
Oh wait, here comes the train.