Muiriosa

Will it be always that I am to break the convention,
The nature of my age, how we are meant to be?
In the moments of silence I hear only miscomprehension;
Has this game of drink and drain become too much already?
To be verbose must be innate or some sort of wonderful thing
No barriers, no walls, the clear absence of internal thought;
To scream and shout like the flapping of a wing
Fixed on youth, the genuine shit, that cannot be bought.
Flashing cameras in a hallway, excited shouts by the door
Ready for the town, skirts and shirts and ties and hair
Perfume that chokes though a friendly odour
Convention may grasp me with this wish to be there.
But convention needs people like me to break it
And better that, than to go along and to fake it.

lanaia74

VERY well done!

erikestabrook

One of the best sonnets I've read

~Serenity~

Hi there! Great write you've got here I absolutely love the last two lines! They really tie it all up nicely. Very well written! Wonderful work, keep it up!

Smiles!,
~Serenity~