It is now the beginning of the end, <br /> A finish that I have known for so long. <br /> There is no reason, only rimes which lend <br /> And mend our existence, 'though we are wronged. <br /> <br /> The sky is weeping. I do see the tears <br /> And have known the moors; there's no more I need. <br /> Belief comes creeping. Sentence, I do fear. <br /> When the fog there lures, my wounds shall not bleed. <br /> <br /> I do fear every mirror, for they, <br /> My maggots, howl with laughter, others weep <br /> For yesterdays dazed, years sorrowed, and may <br /> Put me away now in my coffin. Peace sleeps. <br /> <br /> There, I have spent minutes; knowledge is gone. <br /> My blank verse does rimes and drags me along.<br /><br />Ashton John Fischer Jr.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sonnet-of-oblivia/
