Reach to the Heights, Light Overcomes
Sonnet number two in my new form.
Spirit, body, and mind, for just death reveals all
A dream that comes for your true sight of the
Decades and decades of unholy fall
Mirrors breaking as she's crying, "I'm numb!"
Dividing bonds between these painéd three,
as mind fails, body sleeps, spirit succumbs
to the slow rise of the angel of light.
Can't recover without a hand helping
But will lift again self-assured and fight
for soul dying and the Being living,
recovering from strikes thrown by the sin;
Mentality lost and spirit sold cheap.
Darkness growing and the beats growing dim.
I've left body alone, in the light, heaped.