Still Same :: Swinburne Poem Form
Yes, I suffer, each night.
After sunset
alone spent time in fright,
makes me upset.
Tell me, why do you blame?
Your acts gave a bad name.
Why you try to defame? I can't forget.
Each night I remember
How you treated.
Afraid of your temper.
You created
atmosphere of dislike.
I always feared you'll strike.
Never cared what I like, what is needed.
Each night reminds those days
how I was mocked.
Daily taunts, insults, faze.
Utterly shocked.
When patience limit crossed,
all happy dreams were lost
abruptly I was tossed; that day I walked.
Despite my suffering
a lot for you;
Really it’s puzzling
how my love grew
for you and there’s no shame
to tell loved you, still same.
Feel for you, I don’t blame, my love is true.
~x~x~
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