Emile Pinet Poet Rhyme

It'll Show Itself

You make light, and pretend,
unable to defend
a girl, home each weekend,
all by herself.

You're easily depressed
and feelings get suppressed:
placing thoughts not expressed,
on a bookshelf.

When one feels sad inside;
fantasies get denied,
and hopes and doubts collide;
fooling oneself.

Anxieties begin
to attack you, wherein
your dreams wither within:
blaming yourself.

You think love doesn't exist,
even though friends insist
that if you'd but persist,
it'll show itself.

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Tom Cunningham September 6, 2018 at 8:28 AM Well written Emile, I agree with Jesse's comment, a difficult form indeed,I wouldn't know where to start. Tom Emile Pinet September 6, 2018 at 8:42 AM Thanks Tom, I appreciate you friendly comments my friend, Emile.

Jesse Rowe September 6, 2018 at 8:17 AM Wow. Color me impressed. This is quite a restrictive form with such heavy rhyming constraints and so few syllables to move from one thought to the next, but you have masterfully woven a truly heart-wrenching story with this. +FAV Emile Pinet September 6, 2018 at 8:44 AM Thanks so much Jesse, your words of encouragement have brought a smile to my day my friend, Emile.