Stripped in Iambic Pentameter

Stripped of all my fingers and all my toes

My limbs are gone and haven’t yet grown back

That’s always how the ugly story goes

When in the darkness I go falling back

 

We shown by starlight crowns we made and wore

And thought ourselves creators of the world

But our stars led us to unfriendly shores

And brought us to banks on which we were hurled

 

There the waves broke; we found ourselves alone

We looked up at the sky, and we cursed our stars

But their light for us…all the night it shown

Distant in their spheres, untouched and so far

 

I walked until the yellow sun arose

But recognized nothing by its great light

Foolishly I began to play and pose

As if I had not lost most of my sight

 

But the truth is my eyes, so scarred, so bruised

Never quite regained their ability

They were tied to my heart and so ill used

Using either became futility

And fear once caught is rarely ever lost

So from our injuries we may be wise

It stops our hearts as cold as winter frost

And makes the tears flow from our soulless eyes