Josh Alfred (02/27/89)
Anger 5 - Sonnet
Bickering to find a closing solution
That’ll earth these weighty quandaries.
Perfection is thy promoting notion
But where can it be found in these miseries?
Looking for a lasting cure,
To prove thy way is leveled.
After the solution is found thou were
Thinking the stones had settled.
But just around the corner,
sits another trapping spoil.
Thus desire for perfection is a mortar,
That builds when thou doth toil.
Let not thy solutions cling to scorn or violence,
And lend thy perfection not to its loss in silence.
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