Closing Down The Pattern Department



It appears we have a problem down here,
Pieces of your world fit rough round the edges.
Token sums and broken runs of records
Played once too many. Hope filters through mere
Gaps, pilfer us of reason and of sense.
Restore the rhetoric that had us run
Care-less then, yet wrought with wrongs done.
Fix it right up we thought this would, immense
Stupidity or blind faith gone good?
Pick up the pieces, leave the picture hanging
There. Perspective’s a wonderful excuse,
For ignoring the negative you could
Live another day to tell some others
The do’s, the wont’s and the don’t bothers.


Hoho my mediocre first attempt at sonnet writing!
Following a recipe of one part inspiration from English class, and one part stress relief for the upcoming final exams. Take a tablespoon of stress, stir in with a cup of anxiety and place in oven on a timer that's probably longer than the time i have left, and add utter frustration to taste. Serve chilled. Or on the verge of over-boiling, seeing how chilled is the last thing i feel right now. I definitely need to make myself another ice latte.

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