More Shakespeare's Sonnets
By Fox-Trot-9

Sonnet 64: Fair Youth
(Guilt 13)

How actively I shun this wretchèd world,
Straying from place to place, avoiding glances,
Silent to every question at me hurled
Concerning my new station's circumstances.
Within the shade of black obscurity
Shall I now hide my face from that of God's,
Wherein I'll serve my time in penalty.
This handsome face is but the face of frauds,
A face amidst a million other faces
That hide their wearers' sins with masks of cheer;
Behind these brilliant smiles are subtle traces
Of sorrow, God's impression of true fear.
      Despite these musings I attempt a smile,
      Pretending I'm still happy for a while.

(To be continued...)

A/N: And once again, here's the last installment for the day... That doesn't mean this is the last sonnet of this part of the sonnet sequence... I suspect that I'll write 1-2 more sonnets in this sequence before I call it done... Anyway, read, ponder, be amazed... ( ^_^ )