Fully Booked 1
Seemingly, a century spent behind fortress walls,
my sanity guarded by seclusion.
Time, spent alone
crawls,
until unwanted intrusion.
Whispers heard, a crying moan.
"One hundred years of solitude:" my tombstone.
6/11/16
Titles of Novels "One Hundred Years of Solitude"
7 lines in the word pattern of: 7-5-3-1-3-5-7
Rhyming pattern of: a-b-c-a-b-c-c
Copyright © Marti Sutherland | Year Posted 2016
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