Arbuckle (a short sonnet)

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John lived a life of active misery.

To cope he talks to his cat.

 Tragedy outspoken any victory.

 All he could feel like was a rat.

 Handcuffed to everyone bullying.

 Furled in sorrow, John can never cope.

 His abhorrent loneliness was stinging.

Happiness always seemed out of scope.

 One day John decided he had enough.

 Tossed off a bridge, with emotions.

 He knew what he was falling to was rough.

 Falling even closer to the oceans John had lived his life alone.

 And no one remembered him anymore.


By OriFan68

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