Sonnet 4
What is a man, nay, what am I?
More than just the 350 lbs staring back at myself?
Am I nothing more than a collection of scars and wealth?
Recall, if you would, the line “I can see your soul in your eye”
So am I an eye? Then why even try?
Why attempt to lose the weight, get in better health;
Why talk to a soul, just live alone in stealth?
This seems a grand life for I.
But maybe I’m an eye, an observer
More than that, maybe I’m a catalyst, or a part-
I think I’m not a loner; I’m just scared of the fervor.
Here comes a truth, something closer to the heart
I want to be included in this life, even as just a server
Because serving in the day, is better than sitting in the dark.
Copyright © Dalton Powell | Year Posted 2013
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