After the artistic overload of last entry, this entry may feel a little underwhelming. After all, this is only one poem, one I wrote two days ago. It's a sonnet, by the way, and it's called…well, I'll call it Shattered for now.
It hurts to find it isn't all you are
redIf only I'd found out before the call.
redMy hope can only fly before a fall.
I wish I could be perfect, dream so far
redThe real world steals, controls this crashing car.
My heart is not enough to earn a stall
redIt stops, and inner voice is locked in brawl.
So burned, reduced to little more than char
redMy hope is broken, shattered hiding tears.
Your help is further than I hope to say
redIt's miserable fortune here between.
The stars have all been painted shades of grey
redIt seems this cycle builds throughout the years
redWhat good it brings is something left unseen.
Is it good? Not good? Too depressing? Leave me a comment!
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