A Grim Wait
Why, goodness why, must I spend my time here?
I should be drafting charts for ships on pure
Water near. I should be sailing on the
Seven seas looking for adventure and
Adversity to conquer. Instead, I
Sit and wait for that time to come with a
Fragile teacup and saucer in my hands,
A pasted smile on my face, dress twirling,
Words delicately spilling from my mouth
To the ears of advantageous gentlemen.
But no, I'm trapped. Waiting. I grimly wait.
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A Bitter Sweet Poetry Book
ПоэзияThese are just some of the poems that I created. I have to create ten of which are a sonnet, lyric, alphabet, ballad, haiku, tanku, limerick, open, blank verse, and free verse. Enjoy!
