Sonnet 5

by v_voltaire

:This is the last of my Sonnets written on that fateful night:

I leave this poem in my will

So you may read it when I'm gone

One day I'll choke, or else fall ill,

Or fade away on winters long.

I must have felt my feelings wrong

This urge to reach, your hand to take.

My self control was just too strong

Or was it fear that made me weak?

This poem's seal will never break

Until I'm washed to heaven's sea

And when in heaven I awake

They'll come along to question me:

"Any regrets?" I'll say: "Just one."

And if you read this poem, "None."