Broken Sonnets
Doesn't matter...
What I say
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow
It's a burden
A fear growing inside
Building
Off a lifeitme of mistakes
The shakes
They grip me at night
The nightmares
They cause me fright
But who cares
The burden
No
This burden
It's mine alone
I took love songs
And I ripped them apart
Now
They're fragmented sonnets
That don't make sense
I
I could write a sonnet
But I don't
Have anything to write about
Look
The skies are raptured
Roll
Up the curtain
Me
Well, me?
I'm just a puppet
But
The strings
They're in my own hands
Turns out
The source of all my problems
Is what I see
In the mirror
Now
Now I'm scared
But
Doesn't matter...
What I say
Yesterday is gone
Tomorrow
It's a burden
But
A burden
I will indubitably face
In my
In my broken sonnets
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2022
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