A Sonnet to the Broken World
A poem that shows how society raised to be ourselves, to be who we want to be. To be happy, yet as we grow up society wants to manipulate us into what it wants us to be.
Amongst the tangled thorns and dripping poison depicting death,there lies pure beauty: beauty that's dying with each breath.Petals of pure scarlet, more intense than bloodwith even purer happiness hidden in the depths of the bud.The golden dust of magic, the little wonders that make our smilesmeant to be shared among the nation. A love-filled fragrance smelt for miles.The bees pick up the pollen to share with the flowers they touch.But now due to thorns and poison, they can't share that love as much.
Shrouded in a toil of danger, nostalgia for the sun.The little fragile scarlet rose is the very last one.The stems that once raised them, those brilliant balls of red,are now the reason that they wilt; the reason all happiness is dead.Masked in pain and suffering, the beauty of the scarlet rose is foundboth choked and yet protected by the vines with which it's bound.
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Jamie Wills
I'm in love with the eloquence of English. The right words strung together can cause ones imagination to run wild.
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