Sonnet-10 (Living Dead)

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I’m waiting for a decision,

That will predict my fate,

Don’t know ‘bout precision,

Because now it’s too late.

I must have the courage,

To face the brutal reality-

Otherwise it will damage,

And it’ll make me guilty.



Endless waiting’s intolerable,

I can’t just bear it anymore,

I’m not that much capable,

To console me or to allure.

Now I am living like dead-

Finding a shelter on my head.

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3rd June 2008 (Rhyme Scheme-‘ababcdcd efefgg’)

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Reese Renee's picture

I think I understand sonnets now. It's pretty much like a story.

I like the rhyming ones better.