Crimson Sonnet
A Poetry poem by Julian Croft on Inkrune.
Upon this page, a crimson ink does flow,
A silent scream, a love I can't let go.
Each word a thorn, a memory's sharp bite,
That blooms in darkness, shunning morning's light.
My heart, a book of sorrows, bound in skin,
Where tragedies in scarlet script begin.