The cage was flooded with the rushing black
With only two small holes to drain it through
Reach, but in vain; grasp only the untrue
Loves and smiles, which in pure I have lacked
Reach! But in vain! For the the fruits are too far
One must crack the wood that surround their Self
Your consciousness, into which you must delve
And then, you'll find the true person you are
I've began to break the walls that were built
However I felt nothing but clean guilt
I was forced to spill the water on those
Who chanced to be close to me. I'm sorry.
It's more stressful than I'd hoped it would be
But now I guess I'll just see how this goes
September 21, 2018
I apologize to my parents about the burden I made them share.
I tried to write a sonnet, mainly because it was something new, and I figured I should at least try.