Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #234
The Truth Is
by Belinda Roddie
The truth is that I'm afraid of the Grim
Reaper reaching my doorsteps sooner than
I would prefer. When all the lights are dim,
I think of worst scenarios. When
the sky gets dark, I'm calm for a moment
or two, but then the anxieties seep
into my veins like fresh blood. I resent
the experiences, and I will keep
attempting to find courage when the world
appears to be falling apart, and my
rights and freedoms are threatened with each twirl
of empty suits' fingers and racist cries
for a new order. With each shaking breath,
I know my fears all link to one thing: Death.
by Belinda Roddie
The truth is that I'm afraid of the Grim
Reaper reaching my doorsteps sooner than
I would prefer. When all the lights are dim,
I think of worst scenarios. When
the sky gets dark, I'm calm for a moment
or two, but then the anxieties seep
into my veins like fresh blood. I resent
the experiences, and I will keep
attempting to find courage when the world
appears to be falling apart, and my
rights and freedoms are threatened with each twirl
of empty suits' fingers and racist cries
for a new order. With each shaking breath,
I know my fears all link to one thing: Death.
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