Chinese Whispers

SONNET MMMMXXXVII


To have outraged the wrath in you from ink,
Would leave a Chinese whisper to immerse,
Itself as many whom dispersed methink,
May have from an intention viewed far worse',
For leaving not disdain, than tender phrase,
To dwindle since when'd I become that curse?
Without foreseeing mention - giving praise,
For a misguided youth of words to choose.
I see before me now a glimpse of hurt,
Which not alone, compares to what is Hell,
A conscience too bewildered to convert,
Adds nothing for the Nature one would, well...
...Would not concede to dwelling on the past,
For having whispered first, regretting last.

poem by Anthony V. S. Smith
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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