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Thursday, January 03, 2008

Sonnet III

Grey clouds prevail the sky this dismal day,
As grim as days before and days to come.
The future seems as dark as heavens here,
So dark the firmament begins to tear.

What cruel and evil fate is this endured?
What tortured kind of mockery is this?
This life offends me so - it is not fair!
Within my soul the fabric starts to tear.

The dullness mounts, and threatens wickedly,
Yet somehow, strains prevail and reign as well.
Day’s hours are not long enough for me,
Yet surely I wish days would cease to be.

Perhaps my mind is truly much deranged,
And thus I wish instead to here be hanged.


  1. wow, depressing, but good. Can probably relate to a lot of ppl, including me (except for the hanged part). Curious: do you have any happy ones?


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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