Sonnet XIV: Exhausted
I’ve been moving through this pool of concrete,
Dragging these cinderblocks—you’d call them feet.
I’m tired, tired of everything;
Tired of the same ol’ thing, tired of
Animals, and tired of human beings.
It seems like I’m never captivated,
Unless my mind has been stimulated.
It seems like I need a shot just to think–
Alcoholic ways catching up to me.
Drinking like I have nothing else to drink.
I wonder why the Sun is at the door.
Torso just got spontaneously sore.
Eyelids heavy, can’t hold them any more.
Who needs a bed when you have a cold floor.
(2014)
Created my own formula for the classic 14-line Sonnet:
[Iambic Pentameter]
AA BCB DD EFE GGGG
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