Sonnet V (napowrimo)

I seen a yellow butterfly worn thin
exhausted from life's vile grief made pain
days ripen gorgeously, the lady's inn
Transcend stories of scruples, frequent shame
 and then the ship travels, restarts, slams
Eyes open Ignorance-tossed thru the light
Everyone is at a stampede forced might
hard kicks to overcompensation land
colonized; over compensation land
The people distorted hit with a kick
blind OBLIVION, pained-- proof of seeing
deterred time passes, unpacks, and constructs,
My gong, limited ego, and trying 
People seem to seep in aimless dying



By Deborah Godinez 2011 ©





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