Escape
Modern Sonnet
The day begins, so does the fight,
as evil waits behind the door;
not Celsius nor Fahrenheit
can measure this emotion stored.
It lurks outside the castle walls,
beyond the moat now filled with pain
and waits to steal me when I fall -
to drown me in the chilling rain.
But, I've felt love and warm embrace
before this devil pulled me in.
Into God's trust, I must with haste
learn to love myself again.
Then shaking loose from what ensnares -
no longer sad - no longer scared.
Based on Archaic Poet's poem Twenty Below Zero
Copyright © Craig Cornish | Year Posted 2017
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