a sonnet - written by and sole intellectual property of Cicely N. Carter. Material is protected and cannot be used, replicated, duplicated or copied without explicit and written permission of Cicely N. Carter
Hollow inside and empty thoughts,
metal clang of gilded bells.
12 strikes for the sleep I fought,
the heat, runnin’ from the blistering of Hell.
Bewildered and dazed nowhere to turn,
faded smiles of happier times it tells,
of life’s hard knocks the mind begins to learn,
simpler a duty, to the Devil a soul sells.
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