Soul Atrophy

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This piece was a challenge to myself on writing an Italian Sonnet. I hope you like it


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My derelictions pulsed unflinched
A saddening tall tale of woe
A story of nowhere else to go
Of borrowed time, from god it pinched
Spiraling splendor, to steal the show
Living through horror, screaming death's throe
Devolving to deal without getting lynched
My darker nature took that and inched
Towards it's ultimate goal - my finishing blow
Bloody and battered, I played it's game
Serious terrors I unsheathed and wrought
Flame-broiling bridges that were my tie
They destroyed preciousness that never was bought
Killing my kindness while destroying my fame
I've truly become what I want to die

 

[aphrodite-84]

I think following some set of rules is the most easy to trail away from because it takes thought and focus. Nice work on this and congrats on doing something I have terrible trouble with. the composition is wonderful and i always love your undertones of those thigns none of us want to accept.

 

[New]

Thank you very much. I remember a man I admire saying that limitations spur creativity, so I tried to follow it as rigidly as I could let myself. I'm glad you can appreciate it, too.

 

[aphrodite-84]

No, it's completely true. When we have boundaries, we almost always find ways to rebel against them while adhering to them. my pleasure as always.

 

[doofqueen]

^^ I agree with what he said Very well written. Good job

 

[New]

I always appreciate your compliments.