Mirror in a Dark Room

A Year of Sonnets #109

Zach J. Payne
Nov 5 · 1 min read

a self portrait in verse.

Perhaps he holds a mourning in his chest
or else, some broken butterfly, aloft
that he has tried to fly, his very best
was never good enough, his heart too soft
to ride the frigid air, his limbs too weak
to carry on, through hell and winter ice.
When challenge came, his body, ever meek
was insufficient for the world’s price.

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Zach J. Payne

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(He/They) Asexual/Queer. Essayist, Poet, Playwright, Writer for Young Adults. #2 Ninja Writer. https://linktr.ee/zachjpayne

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Perfection in fourteen lines.

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