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Death of a SonnetShe’s enjoyed the light she spread. Burnt, torn, nibbled is her page. Difficult for her to realize she’s being laid to bed. Her expressions show her age. At her pinnacle, she was a sage. Few understand her anymore. An inner struggle began to rage. Listening to her message hearts tore. Now her heart tears as they call her a bore. Nights of crying she spent. Her creation and destruction will become lore. Her rage she must repent. They lay her page to rest. Will she once more be loved the best?Death of a Sonnet
by ~BurntSkirt
Abortion of a SonnetShe was incoherent. She was a mess. Los her words would be the best deterrent. It’d hurt now, but in time would it hurt less? Again she’d be prodded but by a liquid white gun. The words are dead. She sat fading in the sun. Wishing of holding someone special filled her head. Would it have been so bad to be sub par? New words are being written. These go over the excellence bar. As if nothing happened to her, readers become smitten. She went through so many sessions Just to long for her missing expressions.Abortion of a Sonnet
by ~BurntSkirt
AngelicThe wind is blowing and still. Everything is in place. Up through my spine is a chill, Because someone is missing. No, no. Someone is here too! That explains the dream-like proportions. That explains the abortions Of my confounded reality. Look there’s a shadow! A halo? How can this be? I’m in a wry envision I can’t escape. Why do I see me?Angelic
by ~BurntSkirt
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