(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel")
A crown of sonnets: quite a daunting feat
To even try would label me a fool.
And while success would make me seem elite,
A topic won't be given, like in school
So far, I've always written on one thing.
My poems always had a “meta” feel.
I fear that if I step outside my ring,
I'll fail to find the words to “keep it real”.
Perhaps for this I'll take a lighter heart.
Apply the wit I often use in prose
Although it may be true that all true art
is angsty, just as the old saying goes
Perhaps “true art's” not where my talents lie
Perhaps I should give something else a try.