Sonnet Xii: Let The Mourning For A Feeling Begin Poem by Tanja Bulovic

Let the mourning for a feeling begin
Here. I hoped that it would last forever,
Like a soul, the concept it resides in,
Never be diminished, mocked or severed
From intricate delusions it fed on
Daily. Starvation started unnoticed
With my foe made of mercy, my reason,
Providing a mirror and a bodice
For a new illusion to look pretty -
In red and gold, in lace and frills that hid
Its imperfections. Oh, what a pity
It could never see the beauty I did!

Let the reason do its best whilst near
The mourning for a feeling ends here