The Art of Loss- Safe and Sound

July 19, 2009
By Anonymous

The treasure I possess is endless love
You bless me with your innocent gaze.
Sleep, darling, for now I must go above.
Blinded by tears, you are lost in this haze.

You cannot fall, nor ever be saved.
Despair comes crashing, we cannot forgive.
Though you are hurt, all those fears you have braved,
Only make you stronger, think, what we lived!

Even the souls of a thousand evil men,
With innocence tainted by blood and death,
Cannot bring us back to where we were, again.
But never stop, fight until your last breath.

Cry a river, drown in tears, all those fears
Break through, shine, nothing is what it appears.

The author's comments:
I wrote this for an english project, which was to write a poetry anthology. It's written as a Shakespearean sonnet, although not in iambic perimeter. And, I cheated and made one line eleven syllables. Either way, my anthology was entitled "The Art of Loss," and this specific poem was "Safe and Sound." Hope you enjoy!

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Amazingchick said...
on Jan. 9 2012 at 12:46 pm
Amazingchick, Austin, Indiana
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I love your poems they're magnificent.!

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