A Solitary Soul
A solitary soul, I waste my life.Depressed, and bitter, I rage in this line
and rhyme's unquiet measure—O, my strife!
like steak knives that carve up a dead bovine,
why sacrifice my lunatic, crazed soul!?
Why crucify, why vilify, my name?
To be a loathsome bug trapped in a bowl,
is untold disgrace and great, endless shame.
But still, I persevere another day;
and seek comfort in scribbled, rhythmic words,
that ring like cathedral bells on Sunday,
before the pious assemble in herds.
Though in church no more where sinners are, alone
I worship God with hymns of better tone.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
Written on 2026-03-20 at 03:18
Tags God Hymns Isolation
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