Sonnet Of Regret Poem by Samuel Marks

A gradual suffocation beneath
A thousand sheets of egyptian cotton,
My thoughts of you haunt me through nights' bequeath
For the sad sorrows of those forgotten.
These timeful nights I do grow weary not
But wish t'were so that they had been that way,
So timeless days whose paradoxes plot
Fiendish schemes which interrupt all; all day.
Seen you I hadn't, before I stammer'd
With an act that drove us so far apart;
And my leaking heart whose beats had hammer'd
With no healing, no knowing, no restart.
I lie here now, bleeding black words on white
As I drift soundlessly into the night.