Sonnet III (napowrimo)

Distant past interrupted this truth
feeling forfeited, calling aloud, please
to all you false people afraid of these
Emotional days entangled with youth
Screaming in old age, struggling, with their truth
that haunts, waiting for the moment to tease
One's conscience, with raging rants--deeply seize
A caress, familiar flies, in a booth
Recovering, but not well, with no spleen
I live-breathe, and freakout, I see, how dare
someone fuels loss--integrity that's seen
The making of a life--lived, till it's bare
Reign falls silent into a breathless scene
The peace overcomes the flaws that float rare

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By Deborah Godinez © 

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