Throwing a Fit

August 2008

Fits of melancholy madness beneath the moon

A cascade of afterglow and flowers all in bloom 

Seething for that which only comes all too soon

No optimistic oration can stave off the gloom

 

Forgetting not what teachers and parents said

About Cain, Abel, and monsters under the bed

Misery is but a fiery ring and I do thee wed

The furnace aglow forging this soul of dread

 

I pray for sympathy and mercy from above

To free my senses from burdensome gloves

To break these chains with hope and love

Fix these wings and watch me fly like a dove

 

No answer has been given, no remedy made

Until it comes my execution will be stayed

I will prepare my Sunday best all neatly laid

In truth melancholy is but hubris betrayed

Reviews

[Michael X]

this is amazing work, i hope more people read it, i find it to be word crafted wisely and precise. the metaphor and sonet styling is also grand.

[LisetteCanWrite!]

Wow.. lots of emotions flowing so tremendously in sync here.. real rhythm, rhyme and flow. A journey of lessons ignored praying for sympathy and mercy from above.. this was truly heartbreaking! No one is perfect and I hear words of honesty and a true desire to heal..

Sometimes there is no remedy but to take responsibility and move on.. break your chains, forgive and love yourself.. at that point you will be ten steps ahead of mostly everyone else. So many make mistakes.. the importance is doing something about it! God is forgiving.. it's us ourselves that have a hard time with forgiveness.. great work!