The Song (Sonnet) Poem by Rachel L. Z.

The song is a curse of the fairest kind
Emotions trapped inside, eternity
The melodies ensnare the strongest mind

To torture you, so mad, yet beautifully.
It is the sweetest prison you will know
Your favorite shackles you don’t want to loose

You’ll feel so happy as the tears will flow
You smile as they tighten up the noose.
And what if I don’t want to feel your pain?

What then, if I decide to walk away?
The music travels on, no loss or gain
I will regret my choice, wish it would stay.

The music can give you the greatest joy
The song can, from your sorrows, you deploy.