Thursday, February 16, 2012

Shakespearean Sonnet: ABAB CDCD EFEF GG

Sonnet

I cannot say the things I think,
or the things I feel.
Believing she'll be gone were I to blink,
still I sit and spin my wheel.

I've never known how to act,
I'm useless in this situation,
I lack experience and tact,
all I know is self-damnation.

I can safely assume I have nothing to offer,
on the back of the coin I have nothing to lose,
still I keep my hard heart locked in a coffer,
a life of stagnation without a muse.

I'll open the window and breathe some new air,
a little bird sings to rid me of despair.

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