Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #501
Lost In A Zone
by Belinda Roddie
Lost in a zone of truth, I can only
speak both my conscience and subconscious whims,
worries, and awkward flights of dumb fancy.
by Belinda Roddie
Lost in a zone of truth, I can only
speak both my conscience and subconscious whims,
worries, and awkward flights of dumb fancy.
You once saw me as clean, well kept, and prim
and proper, but now, all my demons rise
to sing their chorus of debauchery
and spill my dirty secrets. My demise
will not be by death, but by honesty.
Yes, I'm in love with you, sweet cleric. I
despise you, warlock, and your patron, too.
I never knew my father, and I try
to forget the abuse, every strike and bruise
I received from my training. Well,
you can stop now, bard - that's quite enough Hell.
and proper, but now, all my demons rise
to sing their chorus of debauchery
and spill my dirty secrets. My demise
will not be by death, but by honesty.
Yes, I'm in love with you, sweet cleric. I
despise you, warlock, and your patron, too.
I never knew my father, and I try
to forget the abuse, every strike and bruise
I received from my training. Well,
you can stop now, bard - that's quite enough Hell.
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