Sonnet of Pus: Day Twenty-Three

 
Sonnet of Pus: Day Twenty-Three

Could such a simple form command such range,
Mere gross of syllables in heart-beat time?
That once was naught but love and loves exchange’,
Could such a form now scream and bleed in rhyme?

Such anger and despair so long concealed,
Like leeches’ draw, such fetid poison stain.
That world might gaze, infected thoughts’ reveal,
Might gag, the stench so thick from Love’s remains.

With grunt of words “a mutant I would seem,”
In “sewer pipe and iron rust” demands
That let me cry, “my humanness redeem!”
Its form resides in my new words command.

'Could such a simple form command such range
That once was naught but love and loves’ exchange?

23/30

Words: 112
Unique Words: 78

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