Leap of Faith

Day-26

NaPoWriMo-2025

                                                                          PC: Sneha

Faking, the plethora of emotions,

Lots of water has flown under the bridge,

The dirge of thoughts chases the hidden motions,

The phantoms of the past advance and merge.

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