The first sonnet I ever wrote, it was for my AP English class...it was fun
THE CIRCUS I sit in a cage, very damp and cold, Huddled in the corner finding no heat. To cover my skin I can find no fold And chains are fastened firmly to my feet. Once filled, the other cells now incomplete The other “Freaks” already found the key That I have not. Alone, no one to meet, I am... Sign in to see full entry.