Friday, December 19, 2008

Wolves Around a Sheep (Spenserian Sonnet)

Left without a friend though being amongst
Seeing their smiles glee without consequence
I watch as greedy greens flush each amongst
Questioning why they complain in sequence
Losing fact of other people's presence
Thinking only to think of themselves
Conversations don't connect their sentence
Producing vanity for themselves
Averting from me just for themselves
Neglecting the setting of my welcome
Only thinking of themselves, themselves...
Acquaintances are what I have close to home
Because in truth honest friends may never come

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