Ngoc Nguyen Poet Sonnet

Life's Offense and the Muses As Escape

I sit with pen in hand this downcast morn;
     and search the Muses for more enraptured songs;
songs of great cheer, of memories heartworn,
     to banish the spirits of inflicted wrongs;

before, no songs could quell the ruthless onslaughts
     of life; so abject, I was comfortless;  
unsaved but for them hovering in my thoughts,
     wooing me with lines that eased the hopelessness. 
  
So, wherefore am I life's steel lightning rod;
     a man, and lone soul, whose quiet defense
the world longs to disrupt—invade? (So awed
     am I, that viciously it takes offense.)

From such place, the Muses grant their rare escape;
where, in peace, poets can safely take their shape.

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