Day-26
NaPoWriMo-2025
A venomous labyrinthine serpent,
Arousing the darkness and nothing seen;
Guilt, sadness, desire, and fate echo the chant,
Weeps in aching silence, the shriveled spleen.
The smell of soil beckons, the rusted flesh,
A fathomless, unquenchable life feel,
Whispering winds, the wheels of fate unleash,
On a deadening stench of burning peel.
The brewing storms uncover the charade-
No time to introspect, the ongoing parade.
Prompt: Try your hand at a sonnet – or at least something “sonnet-shaped.” Think about the concept of the sonnet as a song, and let the format of a song inform your attempt. Be as strict or not strict as you want.
Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2025
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