Ayoola Titilope Poet Sonnet

A Breath of Purpose0: Sonnet 247

Breathe! Under the downpour of sour showers
Of existence, 'gainst thy feeble powers, 
This trifle's for survivors and for those 
Who has found their green but not their purpose.

A helpin' hand 'comes a feat to achieve, 
Skedaddle from hurt and always believe, 
Dwell in glee, reality 'comes a fluke, 
A way for the dame, a halt for the duke. 

Now, the only way to survive is by
Going 'gainst the will of the Almighty,
Breathe with a purpose now before you die, 
Would you live in peace as hell awaits thee? 

I channel my rage to thoughts I made seethe,
I live, even though it feels hard to breathe! 

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Beata Agustin December 1, 2024 at 11:49 PM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.