(sonnet attempt #XIII)
XIII
I now bemoan in vain captivity,
For none but a pitying glance do give.
My lovers cannot rescue me.....I live
But as a far-off, distant memory....
A prisoner where once I thought me free.
An unrepentant, bitter captive,
Now taste my fears alone...I did misgive.
In chains where I once knew such liberty.
And cry to Thee against Whom I rebelled:
'Twas by Thy hand that I did all this lose,
And in Thy hand my times I know do rest....
I do not want to perish, lost in hell;
And yet I do not want Thy way to choose....
Thus for my faults I know I'm now opprest.
24Dec10
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 30th, 2010 00:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Hahaha. ....continued from the last sonnet.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
Well Snowflake this as a piece is exceptionally well written. Are you not able to return to more happier pieces? For they were so good to read.
Thanks very much! You really think it is that good? I had serious doubts about its poetic or sonnet classification, or something. As for happier pieces, Snowflake is working on another sonnet about snowfall, incidentally, and it is sweet.
there is great pain in this wonderful sonnet.
JVL
Ya, I am struggling and hurting, to the point of tears. Hopefully I can shrug it off soon. Thanks for your kind vote!
Good
Thank you.
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