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Click hereAllow me to linger a while longer
In my world with you without your knowledge
Before I render up all my vulgar
Machinations and my place on the edge
Between life with pretense and life without.
I am like a thief who finds strength to steal
In deep night, but by day is found out
Through some careless mistake. Though he appeal
For mercy he finds none, for forgiveness,
He receives none and thus has caused his own
Doom. May he then remember the fierceness
With which the crime was thought and the deed done.
So like a thief I hide now what I can
And risk to take punishment for my plan.
Dear Emma,
I read these through periodically to feel the impact and I must say this sonnet keeps ringing true over and over - true and very consistent. The idea of a thief visiting an unknown plunder and bearing the consequences...beautiful and rings very genuine to me. I am no poet but I feel the force of this. Thank you so much for your work and passion in this series!
Penning Freer