Simple Sonnet

February 20, 2012
By Caleb Morton BRONZE, Manchester, Tennessee
Caleb Morton BRONZE, Manchester, Tennessee
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Fearsome as one might inwardly think
Agitating is the true reality
Insanity, I am on the brink
Cannot bear this imperfect mortality
You strain the strings of our sanity
You repay with only mistrust
A blemish on the face of humanity
Such actions, all so unjust
Condescending and apathetic
A queer, yet lethal, combination
So greatly, verbally energetic
Choose an untouched location
Deteriorated mood, damaged sanity
Go away, leave me to my humanity

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