Anna....Blank Verse Sonnet
As I passed my room I heard sobbing
Anna, the Italian girl who cleans it was there
Each of her sobs racked out of her body
And then painfully escaped to freedom.
Forty kilometers away Tony stacks the clean plates
Each plate is worth much more than he can afford
In this mood, he would love to smash them
Somehow he knows it will not ease his pain
He had given her ideas, given her dreams,
But the ideas and dreams were not his
She was not in his ideas or in his dreams
His dreams were different and so were his ideas
So she weeps away her ideas and her dreams
And carries on sobbing till she is empty.
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