The Wheel, As It Turns

A Year of Sonnets — 049/365

Photo by Artem Bali on Unsplash

Serenity may come: I do not doubt
that death unbinds the burdens we must bear
when we discover Heaven (thereabouts)
we are relieved of misery and care,
anxiety that winds through atria
dissolve to dust — the scars will fade to naught
and all the world’s woes — lust, patria, —
release the rotten suckers that they caught
and healing comes, awash in perfect light.
The damage is…