Sonnet #001

By Kyle R. Conway on 2020-03-22 Sunday in GNU Emacs

When stuck in time between a tunnel’s light
and each escape obscured by mortal dread
from whence shall solace torch a flame so bright
alleviating anxiousness in head?

Must nothing happen as all sit and watch
such silent and invisible true foes
encroach so quietly and cut each notch
by stealing life breath underneath each nose

Uncertainty―uncertain though it seems―
may be a sort of blessing so disguised
to see beyond collective, fevered dreams
and poems composed in fear soliloquized.
By writing I will quell my anxious mind:
immortalized anxiety enshrined!