Emotions, emotions, what purpose served?
No practical reason of existence.
A perfect person can now be unnerved.
And oh so very hard for resistance.
In crucial moments cause hesitation.
Causing impossible control of thoughts.
Giving way to annoying sensation.
Relief from this weight is what I have sought.
But alas, it is what makes us human.
For without that I ask, what would we be?
Without the ocean, what would be the sand?
A dessert as far as the eye can see.
There would not be moisture, life just as well.
And what would life be then? It would be hell.
Jake,
ReplyDeleteyour sonnet is layered like a promontory, hovering over another piece of land. I give you plaudits, although it may not be elite, I shall consider it legendary. I also like how you used a glut of literary devices. In fact, it is so good, I must ask, have you taken an adage from an excerpt on an epitaph?
I hope I have asserted my knowledge by vieing with you.