Disappointment
A Deceptive Acrostic Sonnet
Discovering one’s lesser importance
Involves a bruised ego but also pain
Spreading out like spilled blood in discordance
Atrophying self-worth, love and the brain
Perchance ’tis momentary or farfetched
Possibly a rare event not to swell
Only that it feels partisan and etched
In the mind and the chest where it will dwell
Nothings, she declares, adding some what ifs
Transposing what is dearer as if clear
Methinks I can’t win or join the sophists
Everything now seems to appear austere
Negating it will only make it worse
The future may be headed in a hearse
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Dedicated to fiction.
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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