Sonnets

Sonnet IV

The wind blows in 'cause the door is ajar

But he doesn't feel the change in the air

In the distance, he hears a passing car

But at this point, the man don't even care

You see, this man has lost too much in life

Too much death and destruction for his taste

Seeing his side, you'd understand his strife

Memories he wished he could have erased

There's nothing left of the man but resent

All the things he's done, and the things he's seen

Hurting others was never his intent

With each harsh word, there comes a deathly gleam

   The man gets up and tries to close the door

   But it stays open, and will, forevermore