An Elizabethan sonnet on the frustrations of being cut off from one's feelings, good and bad, by chronic depression. Playing around with repeating words, internal rhyme, and mixing up trite end rhymes with less conventional ones.

In Lamentation as in Revelry

In ruin's bitter wake I look to thee
That thou mightst help me reconcile the pain.
No succor dost thou ever offer me;
Alone in stupefaction I remain.
Then on the days that dawn so wondrous fair,
I call on thee to celebrate, rejoice:
But, having called and found no answer there,
My jubilation stalls without a voice.
Thou never com'st; thou leav'st me on my own
In lamentation as in revelry.
My fool's credulity I sore bemoan,
Denouncing thee for callous devilry.
Still, ev'ry wrong thou dost, I soon forget;
Thus, twice the fool, do I await thee yet.

Sonnet by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-07-26 at 16:46

Tags Depression  Struggle  Abandonment 

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I absolutely adore your sonnets.
The turn at the end is so we'll put and sums up this piece.
As usual, excellent word choice. I love how you've woven these in.
I think you're showing the need for a revival of this style of writing in both poetry alone and in theater. I'd love to see an extension of your sonnets in a Shakespearean style play.

josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Brilliantly constructed with an obviously high level of rhythm and rhyme skills. BRAVO!

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful. So many aspects to appreciate. The subject matter is tough, but you handle it well—not dodging it or making light of it. It seems to stalk you (or, the writer).

Requests you continue fooling around.
Especially enjoyed how you summed up in the last two lines.
Also, totally enjoyed all.