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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