I will struggle to remain serious
When people of spellbound nature seek why's
But I don't judge thee oblivious
As we can be susceptible to lies
Emotion is simply the consequence
To that of a fullfledged human being
Past indiscretions of omnipotence
Sorley left us terrified of feeling
So to recall, we must remain silent
And rejoice in our primordial highs
This ultimately avoids discontent
That a superficial life give arise
To each their own, as each our own we are
On a journey to be more than subpar
The meter is slightly off. It should be iambic pentameter: _^ _^ _^ _^ _^ , that is five units of unstressed-stressed syllables. It might be revised slightly, just for the sake of meter, as follows.
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The meter is slightly off. It should be iambic pentameter: _^ _^ _^ _^ _^ , that is five units of unstressed-stressed syllables. It might be revised slightly, just for the sake of meter, as follows. However, the logic of the poem remains questionable.
I ^struggle ^to re^main full ^seri^ous
when ^people's ^spellbound ^natures ^seek the ^why's.
But ^I don't ^judge the