The Weight of Ages: Modern Sonnets. Tatiana Bazhan

let suspicion weave its cruel design.

      I fight this beast, this monstrous, hateful hue,

      And pray that trust may once again be mine.

      But still, it lingers, whispering in my ear,

      The chilling breath of jealousy and fear.

      A symphony of despair

      When shadows lengthen and the day is done,

      And fear creeps in on silent, velvet feet,