Poetry: Thy Hath Not a Title in Thou

Thy Hath not a Title in Thou was written by me in 10^th grade for a Shakespeare poetry class in which I ‘on the spot’ came up with the poem.  I came up with this and throughout the years have crafted it, though I edited a few spots, it was for the most part done. Its purpose is to invoke a sense of never giving up on oneself or the thing/person you love, and the time old saying of “to thine own self be true.” When I wrote this poem I was in a very focused mood and remember the day as if it was yesterday. The teacher gave us the assignment and within ten minutes I had it completed. She was so impressed by it she had me read it in front of the class. In fact, reflecting on that moment I would like to share that it is one of the primary inspirations for me wanting to become a writer in the first place. 

Thy Hath Not a Title in Thou

Alas tis true for thou art lonesome in this bitter world,
Yet to thee true self that thou art live,
Lonesome is but a swept moment dream,
Wither into my artless veins to which I live,
Oh cruel world why leave thou?
For where am I to stand in this bitter lonesome heap?
For that thou art so true,
Yet thy love burns strong within thou flesh!
Wilt I know not thy thought of love?
Or does thy thought I live within...
Murderous thoughts inside me thick skull,
That I ponder without my own satisfaction,
Will surely thou not know?
I only wish upon thy words,
To love and care for thee till me days end,
Oh cruel world fate it leaves me too,
Or does the light from the forbidden Ra gleam in me eyes,
The light from thine sun god must forbid me vision from thou love,
If tis true shall I fight?
Aye, thy fight is within thy self and to thyself I shall stand strong,
For to give in now is to be worsened by thy death,
Never more my love, never more will I cease to pain...
Promise this is to me,
That I shall never leave thou heart and stand true...