Sonnets, William Shakespeare (extract)

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

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I feel like I should detach
from all the friends I've made
from all the people who've wronged me
from all the people I've failed

this could be dangerous and foolish
but I feel it is the only way I can go.

my reasons are pure
I know I am sad
and I don't want it to show.

and also because
I can be blind to other people's
happiness when I haven't
got my own.

it won't be permanent
at least it's not intended now
I'll see what happens
maybe I will reach out

in two weeks I've changed
a little, but enough
to know that maybe
this is not what I want.

so I'll swim in my
inner sea
against the tide and wind
maybe there I'll be free

and I will finally learn
how to forgive.