Lost in the maze of time,
Buried under the debris of worry,
Waiting for hope's sunshine
to shine a little on me.
Burnt by the fire of jealousy,
Searching for life's right track,
Even though hate's load is heavy,
I can't get it off my back.
Entering the castle of doubt,
Drowning in the sea of guilt,
Wanting to find a way out,
But my destiny hasn't yet been built.
But somewhere, somehow, I'll survive.
And be the reason for a millions pride.
**
We were studying Shakespeare's sonnet in freshman class and I wrote it then, I remember.
Most of the rhyming poetry you read on here was written about two years ago.
This has the exact scheme of the regular Shakespeare sonnet.
**
YOU ARE READING
Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
