To here is where I fall,
And where I land is down.
It’s the promise of “would enthrall”
And it made my soul frown.
Please, O Lord, give me strength,
Strength for this upcoming battle
Of anonymous length.
I cannot take my chattel,
Nor my joy.
I can only take my tears
And words that destroy
To the land of great fears.
I need to be there,
To clear the air.
Please grade my first sonnet.
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You have a good process of thought here for your first sonnet. A sonnet has ten syllables per line. There are guidlines for writing a sonnet if you click on Classes and then scroll to The Sonnet Forms. You will find this very helpful. A good first attempt and worth working on.
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