Untroubled Plains
A Sonnet
Published in
Dec 11, 2020
Oh how I wish I could soar like a hawk
across rolling hills and untroubled plains,
but my wings are held by a stumbling block
and forever tainted by crimson stains.
Have I traded my life for wandering?
Fueled by mad longing for a futile quest?
Or was I only prone to pondering
whether or not my strength will stand the test?
Perhaps cold, harsh winds have silenced my plea,
but my battlecry has yet to be heard,
reverberating from the beast in me —
a pit of sorrow where my flames were stirred.
This land will never heed my final call,
but to save myself, I must give my all.
