Untitled Written 11/4/14 (Sonnet)
A half year since I last felt rushing tides
Long dammed up, now, unbidden, free to flow.
Suddenly now, where true emotion hides,
It is exposed; for all to see, laid low.
Though miserable feeling all the same,
It feels so surreal to feel something at all.
Thus though in front of others, laid to shame,
I languish in each moment that I steal.
As fast as all this misery appears,
Now behind my facade it fades away.
Cover the scars and hide away your fears,
and smiling march forth to face the day
Yet as I write it all off with this pen
How long until the darkness comes again?
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