Abyss Sonnet


Confusion on a silver platter served up quite nicely for all to enjoy.

Or rather to think of in a derogatory way within themselves.

The case may vary, as many grow weary.

Hoping that one day confusion will bury, and stop being scary.

Assigned a task unaware of the steps to complete.

May start a panic and uproar in the area.

Or else things may go astray.

But why, and what way will the people pay.

Suddenly the clouds clear and the sun shows.

Sanity and growth is restored in the murky realm.

Fear and confusion is no longer a reality.

Simply a lost emotion buried deep hiding in the past.

Only this is a different time of triumph.

Never felt this way before meeting this emotion.


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