Disclaimer: I do not own A Tale of Two Cities. I wouldn't really want to, honestly...
Hello, loves! It's Phyre here again, writing more poetry about books I've been forced to read in class. Don't get me wrong; I like them (usually). Though, they're not the books I'd pick up and read if I had the choice. I like more contemporary books, but whatever floats your boat... I hope you like it! I wrote it in homeroom at my high school, inspired by my review of the chapter for the "surprise" quiz be were going to take in class. She always gave us "pop" quizes on the chapters that made little to no sense to me or half of the class, she being my teacher. But I'm glad she did (for once). After all, I did get to write this because of it. So read and review! I want to know your deep literary thoughts. They are thought-provoking, and I need all that I can get of that sort on summer break. Gotta keep that big pile of mush in my skull exercised somehow.
The Carton Runs Dry
A pallid hand, a face of sorrow
Eyes that would never see tomorrow
They were not hers, and could never be
Those blue eyes would not cry for me.
To die for a doll that I love dear
So she may be happy for all of her years
This is my love fin'lly put to use
Through years of neglect and domestic abuse.
A life you love that's not my own
A life you cherish, not to be thrown
Away like mine was made for you
To use to save your love that's true
I'll always remember the kindness you gave
When it was only me you attempted to save
Beyond help I am right now
And beyond help until before God I bow.
I am the resurrection, I am the truth
I am the epitome of wasted youth
But I was born to save your love
And send from Almighty God above.
Thank you, my golden-haired doll
For your kindness
It was not enough, because
For you, I die today.