Breakfast broke through my softly wakened sight
and here I thought nothing would change my world
Images flash a million times, all curled
I sat distraught at the outlook, contrite
    I need some sypathy, break from this fright
    an outside force, a power to unfurl
    breaking my discontent, i have been hurled
    in this blind alley that leads where it might
    
Exuberance is drained nearly futile
 apathy rules the remains of my strife
 a salmon that falls short of the spawning
 this is the remains of my empty life

     to think this is it raises my bile
    at the end i am left wanting

07/23/2007

Author's Note: This is more of a writing expirement then a serious attempt at a sonnet. Trying to get used to the rythm and the rhyming scheme. Anyway any critiques are welcome.

Posted on 07/24/2007
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