Alexandrine Octave

May 30, 2012
By TheMans2012 BRONZE, Denver, Colorado
TheMans2012 BRONZE, Denver, Colorado
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I wish I could explain to you the joy I felt,
The sharp and stabbing pain my mind no longer dealt,
My tired, defenseless limbs no longer locked away,
Forced to sing out hymns to pierce the growling gray.
To a God I don’t believe my winnings seemed so high,
But if I were to leave just for a good reply,
Life, and all behind me would not choose to go.
I would feel so free and God within I’d know.

The author's comments:
Written so that the first 3 iambs of each line form their own poem when combined, a poem which has an entirely opposite meaning from the larger composition.

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