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Sonnet IX: Betrayal

Hands trembling vigorously as I write:
I’m probably going to die tonight.
 
My glasses are beginning to fog up.
Rubbing them isn’t helping. And I keep
Trying to stand up, but having no luck.
 
Can’t make out where the sound is coming from
But that ringing is piercing my ears numb.
 
Why does my box feel completely empty?
What’s worse is that my sponge is all dried out.
This pain gives new meaning to “misery”.
 
Once separate, these letters are now TIED.
Words, all of them were washed up with the TIDE.
Poison, what brung me death from the inside.
I’ll always remember the day I died.

(2013)

Created my own formula for the classic 14-line Sonnet:
[Iambic Pentameter]
AA BCB DD EFE GGGG

{Be sure to read the analysis}

#Anger #Back #Betrayal #Blame #BME #Deceit #Frustration #Grief #InLife #Lost #StabbedTheWild

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