Brittle the quill, broke piece by piece n' fell
Reveling flaws, each twisting drop of ink
Obsidian struck tears upon a page
Kindling moments broken in time, in hell
Explodes debris across blank page to brink
Never to strike imaginations rage
Questioning my skill; dying art, lost rhyme
Unbreakable bonds I must see thus shrink
Ink designed forlorn veins thirty with age
Lost fate grasp anew free desired lost time
Live ethereal bond ink drawn blind stage.
( iambic pentameter)
Curtal Sonnet :
©lyriks
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