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Sunday, January 06, 2008

Sonnet VI

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I’m sorry for what I have left undone.
I’m sorry for the things I should have done.
And things I should have said to you before,
The things you asked, the things I undertook.

Despair is far worse than I can withstand,
And so I take it to the grave and die.
My selfishness is more than you can stand,
So death, of course, gives you release as well.

I drown in waters of my grief and pain,
The river of my painful misery.
My lake of everlasting, saddened rain,
The ocean of my bleak, eternal tears.

I leave this with you now, all this to read.
Make sense of it and wisdom, seize and heed.
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3 comments:

  1. AliceThursday, May 15, 2008 5:57:00 p.m.

    aww.... so sad.
    But aren't people supposed to not do suicide? What's with the last line?

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  2. AliceThursday, May 15, 2008 5:58:00 p.m.

    Oh! and also, just in case, if you're sorry for things you have left undone, then don't left them undone! Do them!

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  3. MikeSaturday, May 17, 2008 9:12:00 p.m.

    No, it's not that! I wrote this last summer on my birthday, being very unhappy. It basically tracks the feelings of remorse, nostalgia, and guilt as I imagined someone comitting suicide. Isn't that just wonderful? ;)

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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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