A Poet's Progress
By Fox-Trot-9
15. Morning Ills
(1/25/09)
Of the Obstacles fated morn reveals,
None invokes more regret that poisons the soul,
More doubt that infects the psyche, or more
Uncertainty that inflicts our confidence
With mortal premonitions survival
Forced to bear than our restraints upon our beds.
This early morning illness we so loathe
Weighs our frail bodies in gravity so huge,
And begirt our sickly tendon, muscles,
Bones with the slowest inertia; such curses
Cast our wits and bravery to prison,
Preventing motivation's blessings; and fears—
O the fears!—and irksome terrors do haunt
And vex us with their implements of torment:
Tedious tests; merciless notes; epic
Projects; and unrelenting, talkative peers.
Such morning dilemmas create "normal"
Awakenings from day to day amid life's
Adventure; and every obligation
Defeated my morn's illness provokes one more
Pitiful excuse. Still, what impels us
To forever suffer our morning illness?
Guilt; for guilt above all afflicts the worst
Regret, the modern sin sufferable in
Life, when we reason our way from our ills.
(To be continued...)
A/N: After reading John Milton's Paradise Lost, I decided to write a poem utilizing his style of blank verse. Looking back, I must have been crazy as Hell.
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PoetryGenre: Poetry. Summary: This collection contains my poetry during my freshman year in high school. It's a record of my development as a poet and as a person told in a collection of poems. I used different poetic styles throughout this collection in...
