Staying In Sorrow
A sonnet about a phantom loaded with distress
The murkiness encompasses me
as I lie on my bed and think about the past
encircled by haziness
alone with my musings
they all I have for organization
as time has glued
Throughout recent centuries
My phantom is staying in distress
incapable to rest
there is no one around to hear my calls
I watch my distress consume in cinders and become lost in the dimness
I feel myself moving ceaselessly, each progression I take
a dull fog rising, encompassing and frequenting
a look of aversion and impassion and somberness
My apparition is staying in distress
consumed inside a consuming fluid fire
wouldn't anyone be able to sympathize with my aggravation?
five trickles of water tumble from my eyes
not knowing myself inside
My apparition is staying in distress
About the Creator
Deana Contaste
I enjoy writing poetry, stories, and creating art in general, but I also try to survive in the world like every other human being.
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