Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Anger 3 - Sonnet
What shifty wrongs have I committed,
That thou must anger, thou and I?
Knowest thou well my life is harshly tainted.
What doth thou gain when my faults untie?
Accuse me of a guilt I’ve accounted.
Flog my ego with a detained error
That liveth forever on my back mounted.
My tarnished pursuit, is enough terror!
Doest thou lack an imperfect view,
That thou must coat more shadows
On the bare skin of my attitude,
And thrust me down into my own gallows?
Remind me not of wrongs I’ve done,
They tie me down as long as I liveth under the sun.
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