SONNET UNMADE

Dried tears on a face
Fingers numb from shaking
Body parts forsaking
Nails grazing in haste

Planets, time, and space
Err to defy making
My dreams from their waking
Escaped from the craze

Denying me of power
Filled with euphoric demise
Nourishment unsent

The wine, bitter and sour,
Keeping me from truth’s surmise
Wasted, flawed, and spent.

– Joanna Finella
September 4th 2007.

So, I totally found this piece of paper wedged into the score sheet of our Scrabble board. Along with other pieces of random writing. Lol, this better not have been written because I lost in Scrabble, haha. I suppose I should publish more of my works as to not lose them unintentionally as I have almost lost this little gem. I wonder how much I’ve lost in scraps of paper throughout the years. -__-