Writing sonnets used to be extremely easy for me. However, this first sonnet has been a bit troublesome to write; as a result, it isn’t completely true to form, in terms of rhythm especially. It’s also not as good as some of my older ones, which i may post next week. I hope you enjoy this sonnet.
The void used to comfort, or so I thought,
swallowing obliv’on, bits at a time.
I traced the paths of shadows as they fought,
puppets of light without reason or rhyme.
But what to do in all of this blackness?
When questions are worse than dueling spectres
How does one find light, calm, or happiness:
Walk along the knife; it all turns grayer.
Now, as I breach the void, my lungs expand
And the shadows asphyxiate in light.
Everything’s bright even if it’s bland;
So it seems as I adjust to the sight.
As I adjust to the colors and sound
I find new opportunities abound.