To put it quite simply: this is my sonnet. I don’t want to give away the story, but I want to explain the rhyming scheme and a few other things. Up until the 9th line the rhyme scheme is ABAB CDCD. The “volta” (turning point) comes at the 9th line. The speaker breaks the rhyming scheme, indicating that HE breaks. Then at the last line he breaks the iambic pentameter. Enjoy!
I sit here alone, staring at the old clock,
The twelfth hour the short hand is nigh,
The darkness surrounds me like a black smock,
4 My heart beats fast, my pulse never run so high,
A thought crosses my mind: Will I be caught?
The blood on my hands, the deed I have done.
Of it I can hardly bear the dreadful thought,
8 Oh! I wish I had not picked up the gun.
But he, he brought his death upon himself,
He took my life, I took that life of his.
For he took my soul, all that I loved dear!
12 He took her, my one and only love from me,
This I can not forgive, he should never have lived!
Only his life is in just.
I sit here alone, staring at the old clock,
The twelfth hour the short hand is nigh,
The darkness surrounds me like a black smock,
4 My heart beats fast, my pulse never run so high,
A thought crosses my mind: Will I be caught?
The blood on my hands, the deed I have done.
Of it I can hardly bear the dreadful thought,
8 Oh! I wish I had not picked up the gun.
But he, he brought his death upon himself,
He took my life, I took that life of his.
For he took my soul, all that I loved dear!
12 He took her, my one and only love from me,
This I can not forgive, he should never have lived!
Only his life is in just.
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