Sir Toby Moses

Silver Star - 3,705 Points (14-07-1991 / Nigeria)

Sonnet V (Amn't Gone) - Poem by Sir Toby Moses

O but deepen not yourself in sorrows,
Yet to fill yourself with guzzleness;
The melancholy of my doom, pitied woes
Lest despair lambates, more gushings oppress
Sprinkle on your head not ashes nor soot
That i may suffer no vitriols from all men
Nor bitterly groan or raise your voice as coot,
so is uncultured to uluate and scream in your den
Fairer that i become moss upon the earth;
Than your weird sighs, brooding tears i behold
To bare your head or wear a mourncloth,
For this be the custom of the world;
For the righteous mortal shall die,
Same soul who sins in dust will lie

Topic(s) of this poem: death

Form: Sonnet

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 3, 2015

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 14, 2016

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