I didn't see the play that you're talking about so I just wrote a sonnet about erm... stuff =D
I have become so comfortably numb,
The words you speak, I cannot hear them now.
The night calls my name, tells me to come,
My heart breaks for you, that I cannot allow.
I cut myself from the inside out,
I get scared but I wont crawl on me knees.
My head is always filled with so much doubt,
I get scared but I wont be begging please.
It's hard to keep an open heart and soul,
Open your heart and all you do is bleed.
I'm falling, I feel myself lose control,
On my own pain, guilt and misery I feed.
I know that look I see in your blue eyes
I wont stand around and wait for goodbyes.
The rhyme scheme is great - and I am also impressed by how you have harnessed very contemporary emotions in such an old poetic form. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThe next challenge with sonnet writing is to go BEYOND merely 10 syllables to a line (which you manage her MOST of the time) and start to grasp the task of 5 iambic feet: that's the tricky bit. dee-DUM dee-DUM dee-DUM dee-DUM dee-DUM etc.
There'll be more practice on that imminently though, so worry not... :)