Reflections
This is certainly a contemporary sonnet and a troubling subject at best but...
In the puddle of a storm
where worms crawl and die,
I see a face forlorn
backed by troubled sky;
squirming to escape
the impending doom of light,
I peer back at my fate
and reflection of my plight.
A life that was a lie -
sold out from the start,
leaving souls that writhe
and twist and pull apart;
too late for tears to fall
then splash to mask it all...
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