A Cross of Shame

[michael336]

A cross of shame, though not my shame, I bear
From childhood, as a man, yet not a man
Because this shame has robbed me, yet I can
Walk on. But friendship’s love is never near.

This shame, through pain and sore abuse, denies
All that which God had planned. Though all I see
Live open, free, in friendship, love,--for me
(Though friends speak true) all that I hear are lies.

No river saint, no Cyrene’s Simon, comes to bear
This cross for me. Alone I cry, I plod
Along. No friends, but only God, can bear
The pain; for this they shut a list’ning ear.

My shame through one, perhaps through one may heal.
My cross to share with me, a friend reveal.

[Pendragon]

It's beautiful. I thought you were starting a song at first with the repetitions, it was lovely. Everybody needs somebody to lean on. Good poem!

[michael336]

Thanks. Heavy in the self-pity department, I know. One of these days I'll write a happy poem...if my life ever stops sucking. :o)

[AuntShecky]

Glad to see that the sonnet form is alive and well -- complete with an abba rhyme scheme!

[amanda_isabel]

Glad to see that the sonnet form is alive and well -- complete with an abba rhyme scheme!

have to agree. not to mention that the sonnet form was used well with this one. :) :) i liked the slightly philosophical tone of it.