With tears in her eyes, she fell to her knees --
Crying aloud to the mess that she had made,
And she looked into the mirror, so afraid.
As she dug her hands through the broken debris --
Of his clothes and their life soon to be;
A picture perfect life that was almost cliched --
Was all ruined because one night he had strayed,
Into the arms of a stranger to please.
He took off and ran, too scared to face her --
Leaving her at home with a crinkled old note,
"My life has become such a pathetic blur,"
But as she swallowed the knot in her throat,
Her eyes strayed over the edge of the paper:
"I was gonna leave tomorrow anyways" -- he wrote.
-Jenna Elphick
September 9, 2007
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Italian Sonnets have 10-11 syllables per line and is composed of an octave (rhyming abbaabba), and a sestet (rhyming cdecde or cdcdcd) or in some variant form, with no closing couplet.
