Jessica Renee Dawson Poet Sonnet

The Line Between

O God, the pangs are crushing body, soul
And spirit—working deaths where sunlight fades— 
My arms are trunks of pain and taking toll, 
While tortures, stings, and sickness hauntly raids
To close the Gates of Hell to shut me in,
And heaven bows to greet while Hades seeks
To send The Reaper with his failing grin.
And illness ruins lives while havoc wreaks
The squalored throes of daily living on—
While body wastes away and breath remains
To sing your dirge while I still carry on…
Like trampling cattle trodding broken frame,
I live between the sunshine and the grave—
Like flowers cut and dying in the vase

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Debra Mundine July 10, 2013 at 5:05 PM Your sonnet poem is a spiritual work of art. So vividly and profoundly expressed. it seemingly describes an anguished character at the end of the road. A very in depth piece. Good job.

John Posey June 25, 2013 at 11:14 AM Just enough teasing mystery to hold my interest to the end... very well done.... I'll keep my eye on you..... Jake

Dean Maloloyon June 24, 2013 at 9:13 PM a moving piece and packs a lot of power! craftily written. really liked the lines "...I live between the sunshine and the grave-- like flowers cut and dying in the vase...' they hit nerves!

Poet Tacito June 24, 2013 at 6:10 PM What a roller coaster of lines here. A mix of strength, need, & sadness. Nicely done!