Sonnet from an Outcast

Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and glee of those born of more ample worth,
esteem and prize,--O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most scarce friends, my books, and by Lord God
and my most oft-read, soothing poetry.
These things I cherish, honor, and so laud
with gratitude and thanks abundantly
and am glad as a worm in blessed sod.

09 August 2014

Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-04-30 at 02:40

Tags Outcast  Pariah  Worm 

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This reminds me of Shakespeare's 29th sonnet, thematically. And it is very well-made, well-written!

ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
A very good and honest work. Welcome to poetbay, Ngoc Nguyen.
Ken (D Williams)