"Beware the Ides of March"

A sonnet on not letting my pride get in the way of dealing with my depression.

"Beware the Ides of March" she said to you,
Though pride caused you to scoff at wise advice.
Yet cryptic words she prophesized were true,
And shadow stole what once was Rome's delight.
My inner sage gives hints of pending doom
Of coming clouds to veil my joy and bliss.
Each sign predicts the wave of coming gloom
That leads directly to a dark abyss.
I choose to walk a different path than he
And heed to counsel's tale of brewing storms.
Yield to what my spirit does foresee.
Avoid the path of wreckage I have sworn.
         My Ides of March foreshadow hopelessness,
         But Cesar's pride won't lead to dark distress.

Tina B

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Prompt: "Beware the Ides of March." -- The foreboding advice given to Julius Caesar in Shakespeare's play about the ill-fated Emperor.
Use this as a title and inspiration for a story or poem about the 15th of March-- but in modern times.

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