1st November 2017

Shakespeare Sonnet

Topic:Sad

My life hangs on a brittle swinging vine

My hands feel the emptiness of the floor

Blood seeps onto the concrete like wine

i stare at the stars hearing the sounds of war

My heart is filled to the brim with fear

The airy sound of the empty room stops

The pain is more than i can bear

Suddenly  i hear the fatal chop

Respond now!

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