A Misled Reality
And inner demons
Our days are going so wretched and low And we’re singing our lethargic song. We do not look at the eternal glow Under the burden of the road, too long.
We stumble alone. Choices are so tough — No home, into an aimless existence The soul is torn, divided into halves. To an abyss, we go, with persistence.
We sow the new seeds of the world’s discord All that’s done has a bitter, painful price. We forget how to touch the right soul’s chord Harmony escapes away from us.
Whether misled by loneliness and venom We cannot hold our ill inner demons?
This poem is written in the form of a sonnet. A sonnet is a poem that has 14 lines. Each line has the same number of syllables, and the poem has a fixed pattern of rhymes. My sonnet is structured like the Shakespearean sonnets.
The sonnets are almost all constructed of three quatrains (four-line stanzas) followed by a final couplet. The sonnets are composed in iambic pentameter, the metric poetic step used in Shakespeare’s plays.
The rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. Sonnets using this scheme are known as Shakespearean sonnets, English sonnets, or Elizabethan sonnets. Often, at the end of the third quatrain occurs the volta (“turn”), where the mood of the poem shifts, and the poet expresses a turn of thought.
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