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A Sonnet, Of Sorts

Write to me, I have said so much

Leave me not alone, I have been here so long

I never left you, you were never there to leave

Find me in a new place, the past is below

And I am high, where you once were

But never were you here to find, am I late?

Did I fail before or after I was born?

What was that place you told me of, where

Once you said I'd go, I am nowhere

And still you know your place

What is it we are, that make us both

Where did you drift, and not take me

What world awaits, because I have grown tired of the one I see.

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Permalink Reply by Steve Goldsmith on February 5, 2011 at 17:19

Interesting poem. I like the fact that you've kept these lines rather short. When people write non rhyming poems I much prefer they keep their lines short - but it's just my own opinon. I also like the last line "What world awaits, because I have grown tired of the one I see"