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A Sonnet

A Sonnet

A Poem by Anor

Sad little song

Ah! Life, the cruellest of all those that led me,
Now leaves behind an aged memory of light
Only a wreck of the man I used to be,
Yet, my candle once burned ever so bright.
I sailed the seas, I rode the winds, I ran
Not a shadow, not a wisp, but a flame!
It was then, truly, that I were a man,
that now shivers in uncloaked bones, a name.
And now the clocks play me a mournful song,
And I sit, cursing my hideous fate,
And I weep, for I cannot stay strong,
And I laugh, mocking my terrible hate.
Yet even now a hand guides me over to the light,
For even my candle did once burn, ever so bright.

© 2013 Anor

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A sad sonnet...Thank you for sharing...:)......................

Posted 9 Years Ago

Lovely flow thought provoking.

Posted 9 Years Ago

Heartbreaking read written with a hopeful pen...much soul in your words, I enjoyed this one.

Posted 9 Years Ago


9 Years Ago

Thank you!
Frieda P

9 Years Ago

You're welcome, my pleasure....

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Added on September 10, 2013
Last Updated on September 10, 2013



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