The poem
When first I ended, then I first began, The more I travell'd, further from my rest, Where most I lost, there most of all I wan, Pined with hunger rising from a feast. Methinks I fly, yet want I legs to go, Wise in conceit, in act a very sot, Ravish'd with joy amid a hell of woe; What most I seem, that surest am I not. I build my hopes a world above the sky, Yet with the mole I creep into the earth; In plenty I am starv'd with penury, And yet I surfeit in the greatest dearth. I have, I want, despair and yet desire, Burn'd in a sea of ice and drown'd amidst a fire.
I really feel this poem. It shows character and much forshadowing. From 1-10, I give it a 9.
i feel this poem like it is a pin pricking me in my finger and soul and the forshadowing is forshading my defeat