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Author Name: FreeTristan 9 Comments
Date Added: April 16, 2010 14:04:40 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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In the Shadows - Trilogy Two
In the Shadows
(Number Two of a Trilogy of Sonnets)

I feel again the way the man must feel

who spends his life outside his life, it seems,

reflecting lonely hours that pass unreal

and finding bits of happiness in dreams.

He searches for the soul that he misplaced,

but stands before the same abandoned well,

a tearing, muddled fool he stands disgraced

with no rich story lived that he could tell.

I need a Truer Wisdom guiding me

than my poor mind concedes me in this time;

but there is no one near to hear my plea,

so I must struggle with this useless rhyme.

I sit alone too numb to show my tears

while lonely minutes turn to saddened years.
Author's Notes:
Shakespearean (English) sonnet using iambic pentameter...  continuing my journey down one of the darker trails of my life. Number two of a trilogy of sonnets.
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Comment By: PremiumHOPE on July 25, 2010 09:00:02 AM Report

"lonely minutes turn into saddened years"  This speaks to my soul, I think we have been down the same darkened path.  A terrific sonnet.


Comment By: FreeBarbara Demasson on July 23, 2010 01:00:45 PM Report
I feel the author is removed, like an observer of life rather than a participant, perhaps it isn't this way at all and I have confused this with introspection. I felt a sense of someone who is his own greatest punisher. 

Truer Wisdom could come in many forms, a higher power or it may simply well up from inside of yourself...perhaps from a reservoir of self-forgiveness that was always there, waiting for you to release it.

I am not getting anything too concrete from this sonnet, it is vague in many respects, but does convey the misery of regret and being alone. We really are not alone is a damning mis-truth we tell ourselves and totally believe when we are lost within painful deliberations within our mind.


Many sing praises to the merit of tears and I along with them...but yet I will always try to deny them and that in itself tells me a bit about my character and makes me question why I do this...and I also question the same of you. What foolishness (imo) to keep pain think if it is hidden then we are protected in some way--to think if we cry the world will know we are hurting and so we deny the truths found in tears--even to ourselves and it works for a little while....longer if we choose to suffer more. Maybe, just maybe it is the reason we become numb? Yet the world knows of pain and many individuals know it better than we do Tristan...and other people recognize pain in our eyes if they are close enough to see them. More importantly, others recognize it in our words which weep for us and are heard by like hearts. I encourage you to let them flow.


I shall leave you with a quote, "Everybody in the world ought to be sorry for everybody else. We all have our little private hell." ~Bettina Von Hutten

I love the exploration of emotion and honesty within your words Tristan! It was rewarding to find a message I could relate to on a deep emotional level. Well said! 

~Barbara D.~

Comment By: FreeMichelle on July 18, 2010 06:03:28 PM Report
As always, Tristan, this is beyond incredible. You convey such strong emotions in such an eloquent manner. I find a deeper appreciate for your work the more I read.


Well wishes,


Comment By: FreeGlata on May 10, 2010 07:44:13 PM Report
Incredibly sad...attention holding...and to the next one!
Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on May 5, 2010 10:47:26 PM Report
Been there
know how it feels....

I sit alone too numb to show my tears

while lonely minutes turn to saddened years.

Comment By: FreeAlison Storm Wolf on April 27, 2010 12:50:06 PM Report
Bravo! Bravo! Not sure who it is but this reminds me of some poet from the past. I loved it from start to finish.  Typo line 6 fut -but
eek why has the font gone all huge like this? so annoying...
anyway, great writing.
Ali x

Comment By: FreeCherie on April 19, 2010 04:18:19 AM Report
Well written, powerful piece, it draws the reader in. you will win.
Comment By: FreeLinda Jo on April 18, 2010 10:24:43 AM Report
a sonnet seems to be the perfect form for introspection..."I need a truer wisdom guiding me, but there is no one near to hear my plea",  my favorite line that gives much weight to this piece.
Comment By: PremiumHOPE on April 16, 2010 09:40:57 PM Report
A beautifully sad poem.  We all need someone to help us get out from under the shadows of pain, depression and loneliness.


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