Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #502

I Thought You Were
by Belinda Roddie

I thought you were a new friend I could trust,
and, though imperfect, you were fair and kind.
Now that polished image's covered in rust
after I know all that you did behind
our backs, and who you hurt. What did Shakespeare
write again? "How sharper than a serpent's tooth
it is to have a thankless child"? King Lear
should have said thankless man, so uncouth
and inappropriate was your advance
and your inability to attempt
to better yourself. I tire of this dance.
I tire of being burned by those who meant
to harm rather than help. I tire of it!
And I do not forgive you - not one bit.