Drops of water raining on my body
Dilute the acid from my pate, within
Of matters governing my life shoddy
I bow down, letting them down by my chin
Feeling the drops trickle in slow motions
Banishing to drain, flows away my sin
My hands rest on the wall beg for potions
A swig would shake the elements of soul
Shed frills that trampled on all emotions
My chest pounds, conscience burnt, charred black coal
Heart doused in false layers rhythms in shame
Legs shiver, reasons to stand cajole, fail
If the wheel would spin to get back my name
I would lay down my life for a fair game.
Shared with: Form for All ~ Terza Rima and the Terza Rima Sonnet where Tony Maud introduced this new form to play with.
I am not sure if I have got the iambic pentameter correct. Hopefully, the syllables are in place.