Life Favours None
Years of plenty gone, spent,
now death holds fast my fate.
Body in dire strait.
Now I but sour lament,
mind and soul discontent.
My heart a broken slate
Strife holds a viper's grip,
it's poison running deep.
Bad things sown, nought to reap.
Stifled by upper lip,
tis all a sinking ship.
Forever I shall weep.
Let bygone be bygone,
for life favours no-one.
HexSonnetta
04/03/2021
Copyright © Charlotte Watkins | Year Posted 2021
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