Middle of the Finite Many

Written for "Petrarchan Sonnets" contest. (Sestet scheme CDDCDC)

Will day
Come soon enough
When we feel tough
But the laughings stay,
Never to quite go away,
No, not a quicker puff
Will wake your cuff
At the end, they say.

Left with no sea to stand on,
No comfort dream
And life may seem
A wilted child pawn
Of a gray ream
Unsawn.

Reviews

[ICE]

That flowed beautifully. I love the rhyme scheme

[Al-itzah]

very well composed.
keep ur fingers crossed for next week!