Written for my Reading as a Writer assessment, inspired by the anime-style script I also wrote (posted today). Similar to the sonnet posted yesterday but some lines altered to fit better.
21:2
Haunted memories force us out, fleeing
enclosed spaces to greet the night and rain.
Sit upon this sturdy crutch, have the stain
of blood wash away and turn the unseeing
soul towards the living. We’re foreseeing
a future of struggle, put behind vain
squabbles and set out, seek your own domain.
Blood and ties will not define, break the chain.
But for now, in this moment, forget all
troubles and enjoy this new emotion
of first love, innocent and strong, just like
the woman laughing in the rain. The fall
will be saving, her devotion
complete, sharing truth with a healing strike.
Scribbled Thoughts 