Who the hell?
Get behind me, Satan!
As madness burrows through the psyche’s realm,
it means to chew her up and spit her out.
I ask you, who the hell was at the helm?
And who was God to prove, “What’s that all about?”
It rankles me too few will dare to ask
why some of us are sane and others not,
why some are not, while some are called to task,
while others see their faith is come to naught.
If faith in God were not enough, then what
in hell would satisfy our lust for love,
and what in Heaven’s name has madness wrought
to place us altogether on the spot?
Since your concern was just an empty show,
Don’t ask me why. You know I’ll never know.
January 10, 2017
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3 thoughts on “Sonnet of mine based on the 2 previous black haiku… Who the hell?”
Nice you are getting back to your poetry Richard.
Sure am! And BIG TIME!!!!
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