I Wrote a Sonnet!

"Sonnet II"

Distance is such a cruel enemy
Thorns of madness stab with relentless force
I wear the crown to feel intimacy
But this suffering only makes things worse
I would die to cease the separation
Man indulged in fruit so that I may rise
Love for this goddess is my salvation
But I know her not so I idolize
This frightful darkness stems from detachment
A seeded need then for anguish and pain
I would yield for her divine attachment
But a false deity makes my death vain
So I hope my arrival is for not
And her failings will be what I have sought