J. I. Thomas F. Poet Sonnet

October

How strange, the measures of success I fear,
Some vict'ries come, others elude my grasp.
Arbitrary truths say I have advanced,
Yet dark doubts still envelop me in their clasp. 

The heart is not whole, piece may come to peace,
but there is always another corner to be found.
No simple geometry resides within our breast,
but a maze of endless caverns without sound. 

Higher purposes are ravished by the primal urge,
desire for comfort and pleasure lies deep within. 
Once I held dreams that danced with the stars,
now I must play hide and seek with my sin.

O, God, save me from the acid of doubt and worry!
If you wish to succeed, you will have to hurry.

28 October 2016

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Ovidiu Bocsa October 28, 2016 at 10:30 AM Much sense and sensibility may be found in the whole sonnet,so that ” acid of doubt and worry ” met deserved serenity and glory: Even sometimes in our clothes lay furry. (Like in the praying: Give me patience, but give it to me now) J. I. Thomas F. November 2, 2016 at 10:52 PM Thank you for your comment! Made me think more than my own poem :)