Poetic Discipline

Misplaced Blame

A sonnet for good friends whom I love as family.

I stare up at you through eyes of shock,

Why was it that you allowed me drop?

You were supposed to stand as my rock,

To catch my stumbles, to help me stop,

But I fear I've garnered too much weight,

Asked you to carry much against your will,

Now my burden has affected your gait,

It came to you to offer that bitter pill,

Hoping that my rave it will help to sedate,

Knowing well this timing will always be ill,

I find again, I have misplaced my blame,

For now I see through heavy eyes of shame,

Fault does not belong at your door at all,

Next time I'll try that much harder not to fall.

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This was an attempt at a sonnet, I nallsed the rhyming scheme right up but have, more or less, hit the syllabic count so for a first attempt at a recognised poetic structure nee too bad. This was also written just after a sizable climbing fall, with the original purpose of saying 'Hey bud, it's not your fault.' but then evolved, as these things do, into something a little deeper. As I know I can be a bit of a mental and emotional burden more often and not, so I just wanted to put into form that I'm trying my hardest buddies! That and everything my friends do for me is always much appreciated, even if it may not seem that way at the time :)

Muff respek.