Early Morning Sonnet

A place to leave behind the wicked lies, no matter how I try; I vainly seek a solitary place away from meek and easy minds. So far from the sickly sighs that drown my heart in tears. The dead and wise will call it dreaming wildly. Fancy leaks in quickly, bringing red and paints my cheeks a fearful shade; I break the binding ties the earth can hold to men who solicit a life the same as mine. The forgetful among us say I wonder vaguely. Dare I yell to heaven? Screaming explicit truth to power. Still I stay so mindful of people like me; minds alike not bare.