In this world so full of wonder, thy skies are filled with clouds and thunder, that obstructs ones view with sadness and haze love may do the heart asunder, from a mind dubbed "full of craze", life is swift in moments yield, that misery has crept into ye days, Thy see colorful flowers about the field, meeted with blindess, death, and doom, strapped in white within thy room, loss of concept, of reality in time, from the soul that lives in thine, seated high upon it's throne, seeking freedom from this place, in which ye roam, Cursed the blue sky, beneath you dwell, in a burning pit thy liken to hell, Ye challenge its fever, with closed fist, that razors may score blood, from within thy wrist, to this place, my rivers may flood and drown, as I return to Zion, where I don my crown
Reason for writing:
I saw the other poet's [Toby's] Sonnet, I'd thought I'd take a stab at it. YOU DIG?
Birth sign: Aquarius
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