New Leaf Sonnet #3

Love is patient love is kind it is said,
But I grow impatient, you are not kind,
Never were and would rather I was dead.
One day maybe soon, I'll no longer mind
The theatre of cruelty you and your friends
Played upon me for my wicked awful
Affection and concern. Nightmares have ends
And dreamers do awaken and heads full
Of strange delusions can some day get clear.
And it all turns into grist for the mill,
Every moment of anguish, every tear
Can be crushed into absolute gems, will.
Such excellent fertilizer ration
Is ground snake for the imagination.