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Another Year of Sonnets? #1

Photo by Jonathan Larson on Unsplash

I wouldn’t say the year is kindly come;
it sits, a burden on a heavy heart
that dreams of sleep–or, else, of being numb
anticipating all the grief that starts
accumulating, pebbles in a storm
become an avalanche, erasing light,
erasing light and heat. Nobody’s warm
or left with strength enough to care or fight.



Perfection in fourteen lines.

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Zach J. Payne

(He/They) Ninja Writer. Thespian. Queer. Essayist, poet, novelist.