When minutes fall asleep and your ears ring,
both eyes grow numb and tire of what they see.
Your soul it screams but your phone fails to sing;
Endure these times and let all things just be.
Forsake your ev'ry impulse; you're not dead,
for harm precipitates when Rashness acts.
Trust you'll come around and keep your head,
save your wicked energy, relax.
Don't scan your memory in search of holes;
it's easy to reflect, re-run, repeat.
Don't wring your hands or pace with itching soles;
The nectar of true Patience drowns defeat.
Don't fool yourself; quick words may dull the sting,
To wait instead is such a precious thing.
Jun 11, 2012
Jun 11, 2012 at 11:17 AM UTC
When minutes fall asleep and your ears ring,
both eyes grow numb and tire of what they see.
Your soul it screams but your phone fails to sing;
Endure these times and let all things just be.
Forsake your ev'ry impulse; you're not dead,
for harm precipitates when Rashness acts.
Trust you'll come around and keep your head,
save your wicked energy, relax.
Don't scan your memory in search of holes;
it's easy to reflect, re-run, repeat.
Don't wring your hands or pace with itching soles;
The nectar of true Patience drowns defeat.
Don't fool yourself; quick words may dull the sting,
To wait instead is such a precious thing.
Shakespearean sonnet