Means To My End
Obstinate eyes, worn I, dart shadows wished pretend,
Spun ‘round by carousel, too quick for lines to bend,
See only empty space no shackled dare transcend,
Beneath dishonest moon, short innocence to lend;
Well mannered hope once held from schools raw fish attend
Has turned against me now, caused youthful dreams distend;
And though none hear my cries, enlightened thoughts suspend
Then clamor angrily, “Pure lies, this sinner’s penned!”;
Rebuttals cower, lest again their words offend
Long worshiped Deity, who claimed I do impend
Her right to happiness; begged justice apprehend
Love’s punished prisoner, whose hell shall never end.
1/16/2017
Submitted for: 12x12 Monorhyme
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
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