Arcadia Lost

Still looking for some kind of paradise.

The sky is too dark to see tomorrow,

paranoia beckons a sacrifice.

The present is time and callous sorrow.

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Wretched thought after routine stagnation,

this feeble search and seek of a hive mind

to truly belong begs expiation.

Put the blanket on, just to fall behind…

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The ghosts are getting close, where is relief?

Senses enflamed from the despondent drone;

a deep dark nothing that sneaks like a thief

harkening back to turn targets to stone.

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This shadowy unknown intrudes upon

a life of deceit given to this pawn.

I used to write sonnet's a lot when I was younger and I must admit, I missed them so my latest collection of poems are in sonnet form, complete with iambic pentameter. I'm hoping to write enough to put in a book. Like what you see? Please leave me a tip.