Lit Mag Poetry

Reality- A Sonnet

Become a bird  that soars so high above;

Immune to the world oh so full of blight;

Rainbow transforms a crow into a dove;

Debut as your reform begins tonight.

So why are you so anxious to begin?

Do you hold secrets that you will unfold?

Or maybe found a hidden want within?

Noisy gears clunking loudly oh so bold.

Thou named a perfect tool for God to use,

Except that God holds no respect for you;

X’pect to find yourself in hiding, bruised;

Inspect the earth for traitors, write them true.

So when can you retire from your job?

Then people obtain privacy you rob’d.

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