Mikhael Amiel Paz Poet Sonnet

The Sot's Lament

'Tis another sunrise, bright and yellow.
Yet the world that holds me feels so hollow.
My ev'ry breath is but an empty cask.
Yet ev'ry step I take bears a full flask.

Ev'ry thought that I hold makes the ground quake.
Ev'ry conviction makes the wide sky break.
The path I chose remained a cracked tankard.
Yet my journey is a brimming tankard.

All certainty dissolved, and naught remains.
Each thought gives birth to thought in endless chains.
My life is but a bottle with no hole.
I am the sot who wholly lacks control.

Who am I now to stay here, bound in doubt?
To drink, to think—and still to go without?

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Beata Agustin September 17, 2026 at 12:29 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup, aking Kababayan. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Alison A Smith September 14, 2026 at 3:33 AM A compelling sonnet that gives existential doubt a tangible, intoxicating weight. The repeated images of casks, flasks, bottles, and tankards make the speaker’s pain feel both overflowing and impossibly unfulfilled, while the steady rhyming couplets create a fitting sense of thought circling endlessly back upon itself. The final question leaves the sot suspended between drinking, thinking, and deprivation—an affecting portrait of a mind unable to find solid ground.