Sonnet 13

I'd twist and turn myself to shake the trend
That follows me so closely as of late.
The price, I ask of you, to send
Another second chance unto my gate
Has seemed as though my free will isn't free,
And some malignant stipulations formed
With sole and single purpose but to see
A simple man in dire struggles swarmed
Have dominated life.  But wait!  I ask
You now to bend my strings and give
Me but a love no farther than a flask
Upon my hip, and smiles to forgive
This broken man of indiscretions past.
His future longs a love only to last.