His face in his hands and his shoulders slumped,
A man sits in the corner of the room.
Happy people’s feet a floor above thumped,
While rain pitter-patters and darkness looms.
In thick droplets, water pools from his eyes,
As though each one contained a part of him,
And they scatter, like the storm in the skies.
His heart begins to rip him limb from limb.
And then, like a flash of lightning it comes,
Pain and agony shoots through his being,
It rocks and shakes him like the beat of drums,
And all his sadness runs away fleeing.
He looks out the window to greet the night,
And in fearless depression he takes flight.
Here is a sonnet I wrote quickly, and I like it so much that I also published it on my personal blog. Let me know what you think! If you really liked it and would like to check out more of my work, check me out on Wordpress @ cassadyblog. I'll drop a link below!
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Published by Cassady O'Reilly-Hahn