BY DR. AGONSON
In darkness bound, he wanders solemnly,
and seeks to find some rest and hope this night.
He walks to free himself of Emily,
and to, at last, forget their final fight.
The cold: unmatched to purge his wrath, for in
his bitterness the deadly sin takes root,
the snow but the foundation’s shadow thin.
The less the better seen, as when beneath
his feet a man knows not the mountain, yet
a pebble sees, so his chattering teeth
are understood while truth is still unmet.
His body needs comfort and warmth to live,
just so his soul must now learn to forgive.
Wonderfully profound!
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Thank you. I’ve been wanting to do a sonnet for awhile.
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