C is for Chained Sonnet
A chained sonnet is a poem of no specific length in iambic pentameter. The “chain” comes from the rule that the last word in each line begins the next line.
“Who am I at the end of days?” I ask.
Ask me, and I’ll grin brightly and attack.
Attack, trace back, re-face, and double back,
Back into the cage you built for my heart.
“Heart you,” you’d laugh and say, afraid to love.
“Love me!” I’d plea, “I loved you from the start.”
Start over, and try not to cry this time.
Time shows love was the path that I did choose.
“Choose now, I will not always wait,” I lied.
Lied once more, like I always did for love.
Love, I said, was what you believed it was.
Was I, then, worth so little joy to you?
You, filled with mercy gave me pain. I cried,
Cried in front of you, and you watched, so calm.
Calm is not a phase of the tides which flow,
Flow then ebb, the part of you that I know.
Know me now? Of course not. You never did.