Wednesday, February 5, 2020

Bad News Sonnet

I wonder if you could go back in time,
if you had the power to choose,
that day when you were at your prime,
would you have opted to hear the terrible news

or would you remain blissfully unaware,
your head a foot deep in the sand,
that life is inherently unfair,
nature never guided by a gentle hand?

Wouldn’t you agree
that the worst thing is to have no power
that the door has no golden key,
that there is no bridge leading to the dark tower

and you have no choice but to accept it?
There’s really nothing I can do? Well, shit.

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