Staring blindly into the great beyond
Feet broken and blistered at life’s crossroad
Scarcely knowing how to respond
From bearing these trials, a heavy load
This burden great, when might it end
Providing the bounty the Lord inspired
My back is weary with painful bend
Longing for rest, I’m oh so tired
Fate has dealt a sour hand
One which beats this soul far down
A wish to stand on solid land
Is swallowed up and surely drowned
In the end where doth fault lie
Somewhere unknown when this body dies
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
I like the weary with painful bend.
Something to think about?
you have weary, then the longing for rest followed by the so tired.
Seems a double repetition.
http://aholisticjourney.wordpress.com/2013/05/25/the-writing-process-save-spit-part-2/
If you are not pleased with the input, please feel free to delete the comment. I would not have spent the time if I didn’t care to be helpful.
All input is welcome. The writing of sonnets is new to me and I can see where it may have been viewed as repetitive. It is something for me to watch for in the future. I do appreciate the comment. :)
Niiice. I’m glad, Dom. =)