So this is the blank verse Moonbeam assigned me. At first I was a little hesitant, but I decided to do it because, I knew it would benefit me. I'm not a fan of blank verse, so I had to force myself to write in the beginning, but I hope that doesn't show. It took me, what felt like forever. I think I did okay on the meter, but I'm sure there are mistakes. Thank you for reading this (horrible) blank verse.
The moments you are breathing, Hun, are hard,
You swallow cries for help, but don’t, my dear,
For facing death, without your clutch, is daft,
Mistakes, of senseless fools, who juggle stones,
With heavy boulders, falling on themselves.
The pain, the blisters on your tongue, have kept
You silent; nights that must be held for screams,
Though only quiet whispers flow about,
Have tears that live within, your soul; my love,
No need to worry, peace will come, I hope.
I hold you tight from grief, the loss I know
Was tough, and now you face a grave;
A body lay there, with the soul misplaced
In hell, as you have gone astray, yourself.
Though weakness promised failure, I will wash
Away the stings beyond your mouth, so you
Can once again, have laughter spilling out
Your lips and tongue, which danced before the aches.
What babble do you speak, confusing me?
Now tell me all you say, my love, you’ve what!
You’ve fallen, bleeding sinful lust. For who?
So tell me, darling, please, are you a fox?
So sly and cunning, why would you, my love,
Do such a thing, a horrid lie, my sweet?
Though sweets that rot your teeth, not sweets of fruit.
The vines cascaded down my face had hid
This awful sight of crime, insulting love
And oaths, that bind us close together; you
And me as one, yet hammered; forced apart
By doings, wrong, and evil, like a snake,
A foolish one, but wait, I look at me,
A fool, myself. Could I not see this pain?
This was not grieving, only throbs of guilt.
The help I gave, I held you, arms around
Yours; I had loved you, cared, adored you, why?
That now I know, I feel almost as sick
As wanting death myself, to yearn for this,
An ending? Still the weeping song my heart
Has strummed, has told me admiration lives,
For you? This truly can’t be; lies! It’s all
Deception pouring into love, but no!
What love? Corruption has no cup; it spills
Beyond a single place, it covers all.
It’s everywhere; you know this truth, at least.
I breathe, but nothing seems to calm me down.
To think a love, could float above our faults
Is doubtful through my eyes, but must I meet
The anguish of my resentment, to which
I hold? Will hate be scars to which I blame
You? Take your black and feeble heart, and leave.
For I forgive you. Go! If not, I’ll cry,
‘Cause every moment lustful guilt is laid
Upon your face, it shows, that I, have failed.
With God I am happy; sadness has no say in my life.