Dog-Eared Corners

The pages are empty, and yet they still taunt me,

with invisible words and blank pictures quite clear,

Embossed on the cover, a title that haunts me,

or would, I’m quite certain, if there were one here.

Is this the sad tale of new long-lost lover,

a warning to me of some terrible fate,

or maybe it tells of the father and mother

that I never knew, as a ward of the state?

I wish this mysterious book I could show you,

it's now grown quite large, in the palm of my hand.

The icy cold fire; the torment I go through.

I must find a way to make you understand!

The doctors try saying you're only pretend...

Hello? Please don’t leave me! You’re my only friend!

(c) 2017 - dustygrein

(a sonnet in amphibrachic tetrameter)