Sonnet: A Weeping Poet

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I weep, and as I weep, the poems roll
Forth into words upon the pristine page
Coalescing to a collected whole
Which mirrors my reflection as I age

Driven from post to pillar, and from there
Back to the unforgiving post again
Who can say whether ever, anywhere
Any security of haven I may gain

In face of forces awesome in their might
Clandestine in their darkened energy
My only hope: continue to do right
And trust an angel to look after me

Either successful in her saving grace,
Or otherwise, with tears upon her face


This poet is so poor that she can’t even pay proper attention. The littlest contribution, believe her, will be vastly appreciated β€”

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