Get Your Premium Membership

Traumatization

The homeless shelter charged us rent, Requiring it to be paid As soon as the bed had been made, Unitl another passed week went. My final fortune had been spent A week before my head was laid, Temporarily where we stayed, In that place where we had been sent. Zoo animals felt more at home, Allowed to move around for free. Therefore, we were both forced to roam In the open, without a fee. Over the streets, we had to comb, Not sure where the next stop would be.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Date: 5/9/2011 9:55:00 PM
Oh, and I just saw you made it acrostic too. I make my letters stand out at the front so people will notice. I hope people will read this and notice that you took your own challenge to heart!
Login to Reply
Date: 5/9/2011 9:53:00 PM
Darkarai, if based on a real experience, that is pretty sad for you. I see you did 8 syllable lines for your sonnet. I know a few sonneteers who prefer to always write them in that syllable count. Modern sonnets are much more versatile than a long time ago! This one's title was well applied!
Login to Reply
Date: 5/9/2011 1:14:00 PM
Pleasant traumatic feelings you have expressed in this sonnet, and your last line keeps one hanging..hahaha.dakarai. I could detect the humor and wit in the write.
Login to Reply

Book: Reflection on the Important Things