Despair

A Shakespearean Sonnet

Sparkling gray in the damp and rainy night
The moon is as pale as my reflection
But even much more luminous with light
Than my plastic smile of lost-direction
Shining are the stars looming high above
The lake bearing light like refined silver
But absent is my moon of tender love
And no stars to be my peace-giver
There are no more tree-roots to soak the rain
No dear hands to halt my feverish wave
Only I shall pine my wrath, rage and pain
Until the time comes i cease to crave
Lost and a relic of what i once known
I am the child's-toy that he has outgrown

Author's Note

This is my homework... And i just found out from my teacher that a Shakespearean sonnet is not supposed to have breaks... =))

Reviews

[.]

what a wonderful write where you kept the title mood flowing throughout-Perfect!

B/W

[.]

This is a powerful write, I enjoyed the flow and rhyme scheme. Very well written.

[Tony]

Wonderful imagery throughout. Especially like this line "There are no more tree-roots to soak the rain" and the final line is a gem. Great work!