Brexit Sonnet No. 39 – ‘Write Love For you?’

What can I write for my blighted Brexit dream,
My pen doth quiver but my mouse doth shrieketh more.
Can I write love for your once so golden gleam?
Can I write love for my vote you proudly wore?
I so loved you, but your brave imperious stance,
Hid ‘neath veil of falsehood’s lying tears.
My faith, now shattered, like Templar’s broken lance
On fields of tilt; made foolish afore my peers.
My throat doth throttle those very words that kiss,
And I cans’t not embrace your caustic charm.
Your eyes are blind, your ignorance is bliss,
And mine ears now deaf to your siren calls of harm.
So Leave me now and I will not object.
Write love for you? This notion I reject.

©Keith Murphy