Sonnet 23

June 1, 2008
By Leah Pfenning, Jacksonville, OR

can there be light in a place that is dark?
still I lay, a shallow hole in the earth.
red paint is dripping, this picture is stark.
an unsettling fate, the night gives birth.

dressed in threads of honor, I feel so naked.
brother has left me ripped away by hate
with mama just left with a tag, so sacred.
I want to go home! oh god its too late.

fire. bloody streaming lights the solemn sky
I did it for dad, will he think i'm brave?
my eyes start to glaze only I ask why
a hero ill be known, I die a slave.

I still don't know if it was wrong or right,
it could be my eyes, but I see no light.

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