When the war is over what will you do?
When there are no more targets left to hide?
Will your thirst for a fight be satisfied?
Will you accept your soldiers leaving you?
Will you come up with a victory plan?
Will you stop thinking who can take the blame?
Will you be relieved that you can’t complain?
Will you live a life devoid of a clan?
Will you have the means for beating boredom?
Will you have a scheme for being happy?
Will you go forge a new identity?
Will you refrain from making a problem?
Of course not: The anger will never cease
For what’s a warrior in times of peace?
26 May 2019
An archive of sonnet poetry collating two decades of material written by a nutter.
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Human
I’ve been useless, a monster, a crim too
But not today: I won’t be some sad wreck
For the first time I grasp some self-respect
I know that this is something I can do
Driven by a strength that came from nowhere
I will shatter the walls that surround me
I’ll be the storm that makes the demons flee
I will no longer cave into despair
I will embrace myself because I can
I will rise above years of depression
I will move far away from regression
I’ll stand up and declare I’m worth a damn
But wait: You heard? No one likes straight white men
In that case, what was the fucking point then?
26th May 2019
But not today: I won’t be some sad wreck
For the first time I grasp some self-respect
I know that this is something I can do
Driven by a strength that came from nowhere
I will shatter the walls that surround me
I’ll be the storm that makes the demons flee
I will no longer cave into despair
I will embrace myself because I can
I will rise above years of depression
I will move far away from regression
I’ll stand up and declare I’m worth a damn
But wait: You heard? No one likes straight white men
In that case, what was the fucking point then?
26th May 2019
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