Here goes the next poem, this time in sonnet format (14 lines of iambic pentameter). Its a bit rough, but hope you still enjoy! Inner Honor How do we really look in others eyes Beyond the dyes and faces we put on Under the skin is where our honor lies And what should matter more to your someone So how to handle all that pain you spent The way you hang your head and say goodnight Does it even matter now how it went Or whether either one of you was right The only difference now that you can make Is tending to that honor deep inside And deciding how much more you can take To honor your own deepest inner pride For though even if onward you will go This quest has yet to test all that you know
Posted on: Sun, 10 Nov 2013 20:25:47 +0000