Speech of a Shaking Sonnet Scribe

by Wubonater

April 25, 2018

1
My life has been a bleeding roller coaster.
So you want to hear the reason I lament?
God took the pistol of fate out its holster,
and shot me in the back with no supplement.
My legs wobble when I walk, go forth and back,
My mouth hangs so I can’t speak a single word.
My knees buckle like I’m a dancing Cossack,
People look at me cruelly like I’m absurd.
Mine own mother has doubt in me,
Father knows not what can be done.
Docs think that it’s quite plain to see
That “there’s nothing wrong with your son.”
Life became a never-ending grind.
I was beginning to lose my mind.
2
I’d lay in bed all day my head a fray,
Either that or shaking like an epileptic.
It lead my way to be dead by decay,
There was nothing I could do except tic.
While I rested, my mind meandered far,
Nothing was beyond my mental ability.
Inscribing statements some saw as bizarre,
Simply from lack of bodily capability.
Every day my life went farther down the holes,
My friends stopped calling, and I kept falling.
My grades dropped like my hopes and my goals,
My mother’s stalling, and then she’s bawling.
I’d sit in my den like a drake.
Put words down, no censor, not fake.
3
Learned a myriad from what I had
Taken from me so quick.
For example, take a sample, my dear lad
of my elegant trick.
You’ll see the wit that made me me,
And what gave me what I wanted.
I learned it doesn’t matter the weakness they see,
It’s the strength that should be flaunted.
I learned it matters not that I lay like a stone,
Long as I got a chair I can roll.
I’ll write with words all of my own,
Long as I can think, that makes me whole.
The world’s still my oyster, redemption, I'm on it.
First I put my thoughts in Shakespearean sonnet.

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