Not all upgrades are a welcome sight,
For many don’t enhance or truly prove;
Yet status quo might yield a different light,
When deemed "a waste of talent" in the groove.
More than past reckonings, a heavier weight,
Now seen as waste of space, of breath, of time.
A shift from promise to a darker fate,
As hopes once bright now seem to barely climb.
In shadows cast by others' sharp disdain,
The worth we carry fades beneath the strife,
Yet still, we yearn to break from this refrain,
To find our strength and reclaim what is Life.
So let not labels bind us in their thrall,
For within us all, a spark awaits the call.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 13th, 2024 04:14
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Comments2
Cryptic each stanza has its own depth and deep it goes. I initially was taken by the first stanza in its tightness of thought and expression so nicely worded. Upon second reading it was the second stanza that stood out and upon the third reading it was the third. Then the last two lines. Masterfully worded this sonnet might we say is a work of art.
Powerful work. Excellent.
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