AND WE BECOME (Dante Style Petrarchan Sonnet)

I had to…has such significance for the times

An Ever Changing Writer I AM

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All rights reserved.
No Copying allowed.

Rumblings of explosive thunder to come
Rolling rivers of liquid pain beginning what will be done
Humbled to thin bones for minor meager meals via soul mutiny as manifested
Muscles torn to shred as skin becomes weak to the sun
Hugging my youngest in the cold night knowing no victory is won
Tattered cloth flowing in the wind walking a winding road bested

Coughs of flame begin from young lungs set ablaze by life
Poisoned lungs never breathing freedom of youth being suckled by strife
In my arms the death of hope freezing a fragile body born fragile never reaching maturity
Boulders of conflict crushing our liberation as falling caves of ice
Drowning in the cold waters of conflict melting in the crucible of life
Maternity & Paternity transcendentally crushed by the blinding ignorance of eternity

Like fine dust the youth…

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