Though Never Will I Be Michelangelo
This night, unhappiness devours my soul,as I mourn opportunities now long lost,
and ache for a time when my joy felt whole,
before darkness consumed my life with cost.
How I pant for the gift of brilliant art
and painting (if only to be alive
once more to depict and draw from the heart
a scene where rivers, trees, and birds could thrive)!
Though art perished in me so, so long ago,
I still possess rare gifts of rhyme and poesy.
Though never will I be Michelangelo,
in Parnassus, life can still be rosy.
If art be higher, then I despised my rhyme,
but my Muse's good grace forgives my crime.
Sonnet by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2026-04-18 at 09:54
Tags Michelangelo Muse Parnassus
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