Venom in Wretched Hearts Doth Flow (Sonnet)

Venom in wretched hearts doth flow,

Poisoning the mind, the body, the soul.

Sinking yellowed claws, they refuse to let go,

Dragging us down into blackened hole.

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Choosing to wallow in pity, our woeful state,

Winding path we refuse to veer.

Preferring to traipse the same abject fate,

As if it were something we held so dear.

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Nay–this is not how we were created,

With sorrow and fear to guide our way.

This truth could never be overstated,

If we change with the dawn of another day.

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Pessimism serves none, but the weakest of spirit,

But optimism doth breed success to those that will hear it.

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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~

Comments

11 responses to “Venom in Wretched Hearts Doth Flow (Sonnet)”

  1. Charles Yallowitz Avatar

    The imagery gave me chills. Love the final two lines because they’re so true.

    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar

      Thank you Charles, I do find this true is so many people.

  2. ioniamartin Avatar

    Absolutely.

    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar

      Thank you Ionia. :)

  3. Jonathan Caswell Avatar

    Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
    WHOO-WHEE!!!!! THE MAN DOES A WICKED GOOD SONNET!!!!!

    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar

      Thank you so much Jonathan, I appreciate the re-blog very much.

      1. Jonathan Caswell Avatar

        You do this so much better than I…I’m a “simple” man who sticks with limericks! :)

  4. Blog It Or Lose It Avatar

    This has a real Romantic-Era feel to it … awesome!!!! :)

    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar

      Muchas Gracias. :)

  5. words4jp Avatar

    Yes, you doth writeth a wicked sonnet:) and this one certainly has some bit to it:) I believe i can feel it in my bakeside:)

    1. Dom DiFrancesco Avatar

      It certainly doth biteth. :)

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