This is a Shakespearean sonnet, and the thing about this is that the volta (the turning point in the poem) is either too early or too late in the poem. The volta in this poem is too early.
Quietly I wept,
A spear of pain through my heart as you turned away.
The tears crept,
Silently I begged you to stay.
And yet here you still lay,
Still a beauty beyond compare.
Forever I shall remember this day,
Perhaps now you shall understand my despair.
Crimson red soaks through your gown,
God, your body looks so cold.
Your chapped lips displaying a frown,
Now you shall do as you are told.
In my hands I hold your heart,
Now we shall never be apart.
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Poetry
PoetryMy creative writing course has given me a soft spot for poetry. So here are some of mine.
