Exiled

A poem about being socially excluded but without being allowed to voice your side of the story

The moon was a fingernail in the sky

Clinging to the clouds, dangling way up high

Struggling for balance, her tipped tail let

others misguide her, force her to regret

'twas not her fault, lending itself assault

taking her victim for fun of the jolt

 

Storm attacks, summoning clouds to consume

Purely black, defenceless innocent doom

Half in darkness, digging into fresh wounds,

Ripping scraggly skin, vulnerable moon

All from a quick word, wished she never voiced

But no allowance to award her choice

 

Thinking in bed. Love and friendship, a game.

Reality and fantasy - the same?

Author's Note

I've decided to make it a sonnet, with two sestets where the mood alters slightly and a rhyming couplet at the end. I have also used iambic pentameter. Thoughts? ^^

Reviews

[SnuggleBunnyQueen]

I loved this poem! There is a lot that I found going on behind the scenes. I am a big fan of sonnets personally, but have never really thrived at writing them.

I loved the question you asked at the end because I think that everyone should really evaluate what the difference/similarities are.

Thank you for sharing this piece!

[Persona]

No thank you very much for reading it. I was learning about sonnets in class and decided to progress my learning by attempting one. Would you like me to help you write one?

[SnuggleBunnyQueen]

If you would like, feel free to send me a message. I am not good at finding rhymes without it feeling really forced.

[Sunny Skye]

Nicely done! Its a poem yet it feels like a short story. I like it. I love the way you write it just hooks the reader. Good job!

-SkyeBlanco

[Persona]

Thank you very much Sunny. I look forward to reading more of your writing too!