Sunday, December 18, 2011

sonnet twenty one

as naked as it could be, the truth
is i cannot allow this to fail,
not because of fear but because
of reason and necessity,

i grasp for the very air that
sustains you, and head on to
battle if it means saving you
and i from tragedy

i have ceased being scared
but preoccupied myself with
a certain kind of madness

to keep you and hold you,
to defy and disassemble this
soul so you may recreate it.

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