Strike Through My Heart

I have faired well in tragedies from past,

What is it now that makes a difference?

I have lived this worn life well,

Been garnished in short society.

Dreamed of a star brighter then my name,

And held dear to me, my bones.

Sadly she knows words that make me suffer.

Why does she harm me so?

To this I add that I have not known wisdom when,

Wisdom has me faced.

She carries her cudgel on her side,

Only uses when mirrored with game.

Though she has used such things other then a cudgel,

To strike through my heart. 

Author's Note

I, perhaps obviously, like writing when my "poet" is a man. I think I do it well, and it adds an element that I adore. I was a inspired a little bit by Shakespeare... however I don't know if it came across.

Reviews

[fireblossom]

A lament. Nice indeed. This is a really good poem.

You capture the tone and period language well...

[patricia]

love the...been garnished in short society.
this is a deep poem, I like the way it uses the reader as an intimate to confide in.
The language you use here gives the whole thing an extra dimension.
I enjoyed it very much. Thankyou.