It is bittersweet with a dark, rich tang.
Sometimes light's blinding; it seems you can't miss,
When overwhelmed with life's boisterous bang,
Then you're pulled in a despair-filled abyss.
It ebbs and flows in a varying beat.
Like the tide, lead by a glowing beacon,
A pounding heartbeat like feet on a street,
The beacon hope; refusing to weaken.
But we continue, despite obstacles.
Choosing to work for the beauty, the light.
Finding joy in a simple popsicle,
Hoping to find happiness after plight.
Do not be deterred by life's chill bite,
Its fire will warm you, red, burning, and bright.
Wow, that sonnet was awesome! Really unique, too. I never knew that a poem about a popsicle could be so deep. Great job!
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