November Moondrops Poetry

Tragedy into Beauty: Shakespearean Sonnet

Cautious fires have burned out the light of my soul
Destruction destroyed all my supposed dreams
This strange unseen instant removed my coal
Silence looked and remained heavy, made beams
Everything I have cherished is now gone
Why did this happen to an innocent soul?
I was thinking why I am still here on
I thought I do not have a future stroll
In fact, it helped, there is still a rope
We are kiwi birds, do not possess stark
But we can fly and soar into our hope
We can dream again, search for our own spark
We can discover voids and not armor
Sowing hopes in our deserted voids more