More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 58: Fair Youth
(Guilt 7)

My outward life retains its former show
Of day-to-day activity and verve;
As life toils onward, nature seems to grow
Her ever-present greens on every curve;
The flowers bloom; the winds still sway the leaves
Of verdant bushes, trees and grassy lawns;
The sky's a brilliant turquoise o'er the eaves,
Succeeding gorgeous twilights, blazing dawns.
Such beauties cannot cleanse this tarnishment,
But only blur the edges of my sorrow;
My solitude becomes a punishment,
Locking my soul in nighttime come the morrow.
      Such heavy solitude's a living anguish;
      I'd slave away upon these sights and languish!

(To be continued...)

A/N: Here's yet another sonnet for the sonnet sequence that might surpass all other sonnet sequences... Read, ponder, be amazed... ( ^_^ )