Could This Be All

To work, these hours press down on me.   
They call to arms and force it out
The hopes and dreams that once lived free
Are now so filled with rabid doubt. 

I hang my head in shame, in fears
Could this be all I have to give
Could this be all, I say through tears
My voice so weak; I want to live.

My wails rise up and shatter glass
I hide my face, let the pieces fly
Where are my days of wild and sass? 
I push the tears aside and try.




Written for the "Invalid Item" 
Prompts:  12 lines total with four lines in 3 stanzas, rhyme scheme: abab cdcd efef, and same syllable count in each line
         Iambic pentameter with 8 beats each line.
         Rhyming pattern of abab cdcd efef
Devises used:
         Personification (lesson #4) – Work hours
         Enjambment (lesson #4) – ‘The hopes and dreams that once lived free are now so filled with rabid doubt.’
         Personification/Metaphor (lesson #2) – Hopes and dreams lived free and now have rabid doubt
         Sensory (lesson #3) – Aural – Wails and shattered glass
         Alliteration (lesson #1) – “I hang my head in shame, in fears.” 
         Repetition – “Could this be all”