Sketching

How can I sketch my somberness its own reveal I sketch it in the end of winter's grey congeal! As looking for some life, some Hope to feel I sketch my own true sadness its ordeal! Forgetting but by moment's pausing peel, I sketch some risk of being ashen, steel in knowing consequence I sketch conceal! Not flaunting recompense, nor asking meal I sketch God's mercy still from worthless steal! I sketch my own verbatum toward some skill and sketching throughout grace remember well ~ I sketched the time of love its homing shield and sketched a time of tell prophetic real!